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The weather was warm, interrupted from time to time by a gentle breeze. The blue sky and the deep green vegetation made it the perfect day to capture the beauty of spring.

“I don't think I'm forgetting anything,” the dark brown-haired boy muttered, slinging the strap of his inseparable friend, the camera, over his right shoulder.

Before leaving, he looked once more at the outfit he had chosen for the day. A dark blue long coat over a black T-shirt, wide pants in light grayish beige, and black shoes were the garments of choice. As a complement, a black watch adorned his right wrist, and, as a final touch, his hair was tied back so that it would not be a hindrance when it came time to take pictures.

Eren Jaeger, a 26-year-old guy, is the son of Carla and Grisha Jaeger, a prestigious doctor who was transferred to a hospital in Japan months ago. Since then, the Jaeger family has had to get used to Japanese life. Eren, thanks to his passion for photography, got a job at a local fashion magazine, very popular among young people.

However, and despite being happy to be financially independent, the brunette finds it quite stressful to take pictures under pressure, because for him he loses that creativity that most of the time he is not allowed to bring out. But to relax, he takes walks in his free time to photograph what he loves the most: nature, animals (if they let themselves be photographed), and any place that inspired him, whether it was a simple coffee shop or a vintage corner hidden in the city.

Eren opened his eyes wide. His greenish gaze glowed as he found a small bird with an orange chest and face, a dark brown back and wings, and a black beak. It was perched on the sidewalk railing where he was walking. The boy did not hesitate to get his camera ready and carefully approached the animal.

However, the bird flew away quickly as soon as a person approached the place where it was resting. Eren tightened his grip on the camera, clicking his tongue in annoyance. If there was one thing he hated, it was people interrupting the perfect shot. The boy, in another moment, would have argued with that stranger, but he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to do it.

“Dammit, I don't understand people and their taste for interfering with photos,“ he muttered angrily, continuing his way with his head down.

The light breeze caused a couple of small pink petals to fall on his shoes. Eren stopped and, raising his head, saw a huge cherry blossom tree in front of him. The pink tree, its leaves swaying in the wind, had the boy in awe. Since the beginning of spring, he had seen countless cherry trees, but not like that one.

Once again, he prepared his camera and began to capture the tree from every possible angle. Not being able to photograph the nightingale left a bad taste in his mouth, but that tree dispelled his worries.

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As usual, Eren looked at the new photographs he had taken. Some were blurry, some didn't come out as he had hoped, and the rest were perfect. However, there was one that he stared at for minutes. In it, there was a young girl with short dark hair, wearing a long light pink dress with a wide skirt and a brown sweater over it. Her boots were tall and brown, and a white bag hung from which red scarf that was tied in the back. The young woman was looking intently at the tree; she hadn't even realized that she had been photographed.

Eren felt a strange warmth in his chest. It wasn't the first time he had photographed someone, but there was something special about that picture. It was, without a doubt, the best he had taken so far. He looked up, and there she was, standing there, not taking her eyes off the tree. Eren's heart was beating fast as he approached the young woman. A battle was raging in his mind: would that girl be angry at being photographed? On the one hand, he understood perfectly, as no one wants to have their picture taken without their consent, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but be curious if she would know what she looked like through his lens.

“Good morning,” he greeted in a friendly manner and with a smile. “My name is Eren; I'm a photographer, and I accidentally took a picture of you,” he began to explain with apparent calm, although inside he was dying of nerves. “If you want, I can delete it or send it to you if you want to keep it,” he added, taking off his shoulder strap and bringing the camera closer to the girl.

“Did the picture come out well?” she asked without moving.

Eren, puzzled by the question, looked at the image for a few seconds. He didn't understand why she didn't check it herself.

“Yes, it's perfect. The combination between the tree and you creates an incredible image,” he confessed. “Although, if you see it with your own eyes, you will see that I'm not lying.

“I can't; I'm blind,” she finally said.

Eren's smile disappeared completely. Now he understood everything, and to top it all off, he felt like the worst person in the world for insisting that she look at the picture.

“Are you still there?” asked the young woman after the sudden silence.

“Y... Yes, I'm still here,” he confirmed. “I'm sorry, I was surprised and... besides, I feel stupid for having insisted that you look at the picture.”

Mikasa let out an amused chuckle.

“Don't worry; no one knows I'm blind if they don't see me with the cane. It didn't bother me,” she smiled.

“So... What do you want me to do with the picture?” he asked, returning to the subject.

“If it's so perfect, keep it. Although…” she paused briefly as she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. “We can exchange numbers so you can send it to me. I'm sure my family and friends would love it.”

“Sure, that's fine with me,” Eren replied, smiling again. “May I know your name? I'll keep it in my contacts.”

“Mikasa, that's my name,” she answered calmly.

“Mikasa?” Eren repeated, surprised. “Isn't that the name of...?”

“A sports brand, yes,” she interrupted, accustomed to the surprised, even mocking reaction. “But it has other meanings as well.”

“How many exactly?” he asked, curious.

“I don't know the exact number, but my mother's family told me that in Nara there is a mountain called Mikasa. It's also the title of a Japanese imperial family, and in World War II the Imperial Japanese Navy created a battleship with that name,” she explained, as she held up a finger and imagined the stroke in the air. “—三 means three and 笠, bamboo hat. So my name means three bamboo hats.”

“Wow, that's an interesting and adorable meaning at the same time,” Eren commented with a chuckle. “Mine, on the other hand, is more predictable. I only know that it's used in Turkish and Persian culture and means "holy, wise, or sacred.”

“Even if it's predictable, it's still nice.”

“Thank you very much,” he said in a low, somewhat shy tone.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Hm... sure, what?”

“Could you describe what's in front of me?”

“Of course,” he replied, turning around to look at the cherry tree. “Apart from the people walking by... in front of you is a large cherry tree, full of pink and white blossoms. Its color blends perfectly with the blue of the sky and the green of the other trees and bushes.”

“What about the clouds? Are there any?” Mikasa asked, closing her eyes to imagine the scene more vividly.

“Not many, really,” Eren confessed. “I'm sorry.”

Mikasa opened her eyes and smiled slightly.

“Don't apologize; as it is, I'm fine with it. I'm sure reality is much more beautiful than my imagination.”

“I think your imagination perfectly matches reality,” he opined.

Silence fell. Eren stared at the tree for a few more minutes while Mikasa took her folding cane out of her bag.

“It was nice to meet you, Eren, but I have to get back home,” she announced, turning to the right.

Eren also turned to look at her.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Relax, it's not necessary. I came on my own, so I can go back by myself.”

“Right, I forgot that little detail,” he said with a nervous chuckle, stepping aside to stay out of the way. “Take care of yourself, Mikasa. And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me.”

Mikasa nodded before starting to walk. However, she stopped when she remembered something.

“By the way, good luck with your photos. I'm sure they're all just as great as you are,” she commented calmly, resuming her walk.

Eren's cheeks flushed red. He was speechless. That girl was beautiful not only on the outside but also on the inside. He clenched his hands into a fist, gathering his courage.

“Thank you very much, Mikasa. I hope your family likes the picture,” he said in a high tone.

Mikasa raised her left hand and waved it back and forth in farewell.

When Mikasa walked away completely, Eren also returned home, ending the photo session. Besides, he had to transfer the pictures to his computer and send Mikasa hers because, after all, he had promised her.

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During the drive, he called his friend Armin, his confidant, to whom he told absolutely everything. As expected, he told him about Mikasa.

The blond was impressed by the story, something he could not hide. However, even though he was happy for his friend, he was also worried in equal parts.

“Sorry, Eren, I have to get back to work,” he apologized.

“Don't worry, Armin, it was nice talking to you,” he replied calmly, closing the front door. “Next time we'll talk longer; I'll call you when we both have the day off,” he added as he took off his shoes and placed them on the hall furniture.

“I think it's perfect; this way, nothing and nobody will bother us,” said Armin, agreeing with Eren's idea. “By the way, about the blind girl... you should be careful. I don't want you to get your hopes up too quickly and end up emotionally hurt.”

Eren let out a sigh at his friend's words.“I know, Armin. That's why I promise I'll be careful,” he assured with a slight smile. “Take care of yourself.”

“Goodbye, Eren.”

Eren went into his room, put his compact digital camera on the desk, and pulled out a USB cable from one of the drawers. He plugged it into the camera and turned on the computer. While he waited, he changed into more comfortable clothes.

Once he took a seat, he took the other end of the cable and inserted it into the appropriate slot on the computer and began transferring the photos. He had accumulated a large number, including those from that day, so he took short breaks to rest his eyes.

He went down to the kitchen and took out a can of energy drink to recharge his batteries and quench his thirst.

“I wonder what Mikasa is doing…” he whispered with a serious and calm face until he was suddenly shocked. “Shit, I didn't send her the picture,” he added, running to his room.

He had taken that promise so seriously that, on the way up the stairs, he stumbled a couple of times, as if he were running late for work. Roughly, he set the can down on the desk and sat in the chair, frantically searching for Mikasa's photograph. He would not go to sleep until he fulfilled his promise.

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While Eren dealt with his photographs, Mikasa finished helping her mother close the fruit and vegetable shop. Her family had opened that business twenty years ago, and despite being a small shop in a quiet neighborhood, it worked perfectly thanks to the way they dealt with customers and the quality of the products, since all the fruit and vegetables were planted and harvested by themselves. The price was also key, as it was kept in balance: not too cheap and not too expensive.

The Ackermans' home was just across one of the doors from the back room, which made things easier for them, as they had no problem getting home or to work late.

“Are you done yet?” asked the woman to her daughter.

Mikasa nodded and put the broom back.

“It's all clean,” she confirmed with a smile, taking her mother's hand as she approached. 

“If you want, I can help you with dinner,” she proposed, carefully climbing up the dark wooden platform that led into the house.

“Your help will be great,” she replied cheerfully, guiding her daughter, something she had been doing since she went blind. “Besides, I thought we could prepare onigiri. It's been a long time since we've eaten them, is that okay?”

“I think it's great.”

During dinner, the conversation among the three members of the Ackerman-Azumabito family revolved mostly around the fruit shop and some trivial topics. A quiet silence settled in the room as they enjoyed their meal, until Mikasa broke it.

“I met a boy today,” she announced, popping another piece of rice into her mouth. “His name is Eren,” she added with her mouth full.

The two elders looked at each other, surprised by the news, and then looked at their daughter.

“How did she react when she found out about your condition?” asked the mother, worried.

“Did he treat you well?” added the father.

“Yes, he treated me well. He was very polite and even helped me describe what was in front of me. He even wanted to walk me home, although I preferred to come alone,” she answered calmly, with a slight blush on her cheeks as she recalled the encounter. “He also inadvertently took a picture of me with the cherry tree and asked for my number to send it to me.”

The Ackermans sighed in unison, relaxing their shoulders and letting go of any fear.

“And as for your question, Mom…” She paused briefly, thinking about her answer. “He was quiet at first but accepted it well enough.”

“I'm very happy for you, daughter.”

A smile came to the young girl's face as she heard her father's words.

“Me too, but I can't help but remain suspicious of that boy,” the mother confessed.

Since the accident in which Mikasa lost her sight, Mrs. Ackerman had become overprotective. She knew it was not good for her daughter, but she was also aware of how cruel people can be. Not only because of Mikasa's blindness but also because of her two nationalities. When she was a student, she had suffered greatly because her classmates did not consider her a "real Japanese," and that she was now blind complicated matters.

“Don't worry, I'll be fine,” she replied sparingly, smiling. Mikasa knew perfectly well how much her parents had suffered and continued to suffer because of her blindness and because of her in general, so she always tried to reassure them on the subject.

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It was past ten o'clock at night when Eren let himself fall backwards onto the bed, sinking into the mattress. He was so exhausted that he felt like he was touching heaven as soon as his body settled into the softness of the sheets. With his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his arms outstretched, and his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, he let his mind go blank, seeking to disconnect from reality for a few minutes.

He let out a heavy sigh and turned his head towards the large pillow before lazily sitting up. Then, he began to pull back the sheets with the intention of settling in better. He had work tomorrow and needed to be in full condition to perform properly.

Meanwhile, Mikasa was in the kitchen, helping her mother wash the dishes, when her phone vibrated with the notification of a new message.

“I'm sure it's the picture Eren took of me,” Mikasa said calmly. “Can you check it? My hands are completely wet.”

“Sure, I'll take care of it,” her mother replied smoothly, taking the cell phone from the table where they had eaten dinner.

A sweet smile came across Mrs. Ackerman's face when she saw the picture.

“You were right, Eren sent you the picture,” she confirmed calmly, approaching her daughter.

“So, what do you think?”

“You look beautiful,” she confessed tenderly. “Although, to be honest, you're a beautiful girl, so I'm not surprised.”

“Oh, Mom.” Mikasa laughed with amusement. “If we're going to talk about beautiful women, you shouldn't forget about you.”

The woman didn't answer with words; she just kissed her daughter's cheek affectionately.

“But no more than you,” she whispered affectionately.

At that moment, Mikasa's father entered the kitchen after returning from throwing out the garbage.

“Do you need help?” he asked, approaching them.

“No, Dad, we're done,” Mikasa reported, drying her hands with a cloth.

“Look, honey, Eren sent him the picture he told us about at dinner,” said his wife, showing him the cell phone.

The man looked at the picture and smiled.

“You look beautiful, Mikasa,” he said sincerely. “Eren is a great photographer; he managed to capture all your beauty.”

“Thanks, Dad... but don't tell me those things; I'm embarrassed,” she whispered, ducking her head as her cheeks flushed red.

The Ackermans laughed at their daughter's reaction.

“We're sorry, daughter, but we can't help it. It's the truth. You're a very beautiful girl, and we're not just saying that, are we, dear?”

Mrs. Ackerman nodded with a beaming smile.

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Eren gave a big yawn before entering the building where he worked. He was exhausted because he didn't get a good rest.

“Good morning, Eren,” greeted Carolina, the receptionist, jovially.

“Good morning,” he replied, swiping his card on the reader attached to the wall in front of the reception desk. “Give me some big news and tell me that Carly didn't come, and that she will no longer be the model for the new issue of the magazine.”

Carolina grimaced; everyone knew the bad relationship between the arrogant and unbearable Carly and Eren.

“I'm sorry, but unfortunately Carly is here,” she announced.

Eren let out a sigh. If he already didn't enjoy his job, Carly's presence made it all the worse.

“Thank you, Carolina. See you later, if I haven't killed myself first,” he joked. Deep down, though, he did have those thoughts. In fact, everyone would rather die than put up with Carly.

He walked down the white-walled hallways decorated with the covers of every issue of the magazine. Most of the pictures were of him.

“Are you all right?” Eren asked, stopping in front of Reiner, who was sitting with his arms resting on his thighs and his hands clasped, staring at the floor.

Reiner raised his head and stared at the navy blue door in front of him, where he had come from a minute ago.

“Don't go through that door, Satan is there,” he said in a low, serious tone.

Eren looked at the door for a few seconds and then at Reiner. He didn't need to say her name; he already knew all the nicknames Carly had been called.

“Don't insult poor Satan, he's nicer than Carly.”

“You're right, sorry,” Reiner corrected himself, standing up after letting out a sigh. “We've been with her for a few minutes and I already want to go home.”

“What did she do now?”

“The usual. She complains about the clothes, the makeup... Everything.”

Eren rolled his eyes, annoyed with the redhead.

“At least you don't have to deal with photography. It's hell to photograph her,” he replied, massaging the bridge of his nose.

Reiner placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You're the strongest of them all. They should put a statue of you in every country in the world.”

Eren let out a chuckle at his partner's words.

“In fact, we all deserve one.”

“I know, but you have the misfortune of her being so spiteful just because you didn't give her a kiss. And to top it off, she keeps trying to have a chance with you.”

“I've gotten used to having that dark stain on my record, but Carly will be the one to collapse over not getting what she wants.”

Armin, who was in charge of wardrobe for the photo shoots, came out of the studio with an exhausted face.

“Thank goodness you came, Eren,” said the blond.

“Are you all right?” Reiner asked.

Armin shook his head.

“Carly doesn't like any clothes and I don't know what to do anymore.”

“Don't worry, we'll fix this as usual,” Eren replied, patting him on the back to encourage him.

Opening the door, Eren saw her. Carly Stratmann, a young woman about his age, slender and short in stature. Her hair was orange and wavy, her eyes amber. Her lips wore her signature red lipstick, and light freckles stood out on her cheeks.

Carly was a popular influencer and the current model for Jiyuu No Tsubasa magazine. Her father, Elliot Stratmann, a leading fashion entrepreneur, had been the architect of his daughter working for the most influential magazine among young people.

Thanks to her father's fortune, Carly always dressed in elegant and expensive clothes. She led a life in keeping with her finances. Worst of all was her capricious, arrogant, jealous and vindictive character. She was the epitome of everything bad.

“Eren!” exclaimed the girl, stepping down from the stage where the models were posing. “Tell your friends to do their job properly. They want to put me in ugly clothes with horrible makeup,” she complained, pouting and clutching her shoulders.

Eren was silent for a few seconds before abruptly pulling his hands away.

“The theme is spring, isn't it?” He asked, looking to his companions to confirm the information.

Reiner and Armin nodded. Then he looked at Jean and Connie, who were farther away.

“Are the lights and scenery ready?”

“Everything is ready,” Jean confirmed.

“You just need to take the pictures. If you need anything, let us know,” added Connie.

“Perfect, we can get started,” said Eren, looking at Carly defiantly before taking his place at his station.

Carly tensed for a second. Although she expected his reaction, it surprised her anyway.

“Is this how you treat your models?” 

Eren paused, turned his head and earnestly replied:

“That's how I treat ungrateful people. If you hate our work so much, you can leave. But if you stay, remember that you look good in the pictures thanks to all of us.”

Carly folded her arms and snorted in annoyance. The only reason she was there was Eren, and even though he always refused to be her boyfriend, she wouldn't give up easily.

“I'll take the pictures because you're the photographer,” she said as she climbed onto the stage.

The rest of the team smiled triumphantly at Eren's words. As expected, the session was hell. Carly complained about everything.

Half an hour later, Eren exhaled in frustration.

“Let's take a break before I end up throwing the camera in her face,” he whispered, setting the camera down on the tripod.

“As you wish.” Carly snorted, folding her arms, walking off to the dressing room.

“I'm exhausted,” said Connie, slumping into a chair.

“We all are,” added Jean, munching on his sandwich.

Reiner, Eren and Armin nodded feebly.

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Mikasa was just finishing restocking the vegetable section when Sasha, with some mischief, slowly and stealthily approached her friend.

“Boo!” she exclaimed, using her fingers to give her friend a few small pinches.

Mikasa gave a start, letting out a small yelp. Sasha let out an amused laugh, tapping her on her right shoulder to let Mikasa know her position.

“Sasha, you scared me,” she said, turning her head and pouting. “You're evil.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She apologized with a last laugh. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Congratulations, you did it,” she replied, smiling slightly. She wasn't upset with her friend; she was glad to have her visit.

“How are you feeling? I didn't get to chat with you yesterday; the restaurant is consuming me a lot.” A tired sigh escaped her lips. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't worry about it; I understand that the restaurant is an exhausting job,” she said calmly.

Sasha had decided to help her boyfriend, Niccolo, at the restaurant he had recently opened. Because of that, she and Mikasa hardly saw each other, but that didn't stop them from looking for ways to keep in touch.

“And I'm very well; besides, I have to tell you something that happened to me yesterday.” A goofy smile and a blush appeared on her face.

“Oops, Mikasa, that reaction makes me think it's a very good thing,” said Sasha, gently nudging her friend just before she was interrupted by Mrs. Ackerman.

“Sasha, what a surprise to see you here!” Said Mrs. Ackerman, smiling to see her daughter in her company.

“Good morning, Mrs. Ackerman,” she replied with a smile. “You look wonderful.”

“Thank you very much, my dear. You're still as beautiful as ever,” she admitted. “How's the restaurant doing?”

“Fortunately, the restaurant is being well received. The Japanese seem to like Italian food very much.”

“Besides, Niccolo is a great cook, so that helps a lot too, don't you think?”

Sasha nodded with a smile. “You can come and eat whenever you want; we'll give you the best table, and, above all, you'll be on the house.”

“Oh, that's wonderful. Thank you very much, Sasha,” Mrs. Ackerman thanked her.

“We'll come, that's for sure,” Mikasa added.

Mrs. Ackerman approached her daughter, placing her right hand on her shoulder. 

“You've worked very hard; let me take care of this, and you go with Sasha and get some rest while you're at it.”

“Really?” asked Mikasa, surprised.

“Of course, you need to rest.”

“All right, thank you very much, Mom,” she thanked, with a wide smile.

With her mother's permission, Mikasa and Sasha went for a short walk around the fruit shop while Sasha told her all the news that had happened in her life.

A vending machine brought out a couple of drinks: a Calpis for Mikasa and a melon-flavored soda for Sasha. The two friends then took a seat on one of the free benches in the park.

“Well, Mikasa, when are you going to tell me what happened to you yesterday?” She asked impatiently, and ever since Mikasa announced that she had to tell her something, she couldn't stop dying to satisfy her curiosity as soon as possible.

When she finished drinking, the dark-haired girl smiled with happiness and, at the same time, with embarrassment.

“Yesterday I met a boy,” she said in a straightforward manner, starting her story without giving it too much thought.

Sasha opened her eyes wide.

“Really?”

“Yes, his name is Eren, and he's a photographer.”

“And how did you two meet?” She asked, curious. “Did you bump into him or something?”

“No, we met by chance,” she clarified. “He took a picture of me looking at the cherry tree and told me about it,” she continued. “He apologized for taking my picture as soon as he approached me and…”

“That was clear to me. But I want to know, do you think he's cute? Do you have his number?” Sasha interrupted, anxious.

Mikasa blushed deeply, looking at the floor nervously. Confessing her feelings for Eren gave her a knot in her stomach, but, despite her embarrassment, she decided to be honest.

“He has a thick voice; his tone of voice is calm and very…”

“Sexy?”

Mikasa's face reddened completely; the girl brought her hands to her face to hide it and immediately nodded her head. Sasha swung her legs and gave a squeal of excitement.

“Oh, Mikasa, I think you like that Eren guy, don't you?”

“Yes, I do,” she said shyly, lowering her voice.

Sasha couldn't help but hug her friend tightly at such a confession.

“I'm so happy,” she said in a calmer tone, pulling away from his embrace.

“But I mustn't get my hopes up so quickly,” she replied, discouraged and uncovering her face.

“Are you afraid?” She asked, curious, “Although I think you should be careful too, you're still a bit vulnerable to bad people, you know…”

“My parents feel the same way,” she sighed, tiredly. “And yes, I'm afraid because of my blindness and especially because I might suffer emotionally. After all, we only exchanged phone numbers so he could send me the picture he took of me. Besides, I wanted to send him a good morning message today, but I didn't do it so as not to be a bother,” she confessed in a low tone.

Sasha flashed a small, sympathetic smile, tucking a dark lock of hair behind her ear.

“I understand you perfectly,” she said with a warm smile. “But even if you feel insecure now, I know you'll find someone who loves you for who you are, no matter what. Don't worry, that will happen when you least expect it. Besides, you're a beautiful girl inside and out, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your best friend but because it's the truth.”

“You really are a wonderful person,” she smiled, reaching for her friend's hand to hold it tightly.

“And now give me your cell phone; I'm going to send a good morning message to Eren.”

“W... What?!” exclaimed Mikasa, nervous and with a completely red face. “Sasha, don't do it; Eren will get angry.”

“If Eren is going to be mad about that, fall out of love with him because he's an idiot. You have to be a fool to get angry over a simple "good morning",” Sasha replied, stretching out her hand to receive the cell phone.

Silence reigned in the park for a few seconds. Mikasa let out a sigh of defeat. Her friend was right; only an idiot would get angry for receiving such a message, and Eren wasn't that kind of person, or at least, that's what she thought.

“Okay, but don't let it be anything weird,” said Mikasa, taking her cell phone out of her pocket and handing it to her friend.

“Don't worry, I won't write anything weird,” promised Sasha, typing the message and sending it later. “There, I've sent it. Do you want to listen to what I wrote to put your mind at ease?”

“Hm... Okay.”

Sasha pressed the button that activated the screen reader that helped Mikasa operate her phone.

“My precious screen reader, read the message I sent to Eren,” the brunette asked, animated and treating the voice option fondly as if it were a friend.

“Of course. The message you sent to Eren today, at 12:10 a.m., was as follows: 'Good morning, Eren, hope you're having a great day.'”

Sasha deactivated the screen-reading option and returned the cell phone to its owner.

“You see? I promised I wouldn't write anything weird.”

“I trusted you,” Mikasa admitted. “I just wanted to listen to the message out of curiosity. Thank you very much, Sasha.”

“It was my pleasure,” she smiled happily. “And if you ever ask Eren out, you can come to the restaurant. Then I'll get to know him, and you'll be in a place you can trust.”

“Sounds like a good idea; I'll keep it in mind.”

Mikasa wasn't the only one who had talked about it. Eren, taking advantage of having his friends around, told them about Mikasa and how he felt about her. Armin already knew; that's why he was the only one who wasn't surprised.

“Eren, now that I think about it... if you like Mikasa so much, you could ask her out,” Reiner commented, crossing his arms.

“Just don't feed her an aberrant combination, lest you scare her away,” added Jean, mockingly.

“Very funny, Jean, I'm not that much of an idiot either,” Eren defended himself, puffing out his cheeks. “And it's a good idea, but I don't want to seem like a stalker or anything. Besides, I don't know if she has a partner, and, from the way we met, I can hardly say we're acquaintances,” he added, lowering his voice and somewhat discouraged.

“I don't think you're a stalker for inviting her for a simple walk. Besides, you wouldn't be forcing her to do anything. If she doesn't like you, has a partner, or for any other reason, she would freely reject you, or am I wrong?” Said Armin.

Eren shook his head, grateful for the suggestion.

“Now that I think about it, you could be dressed horribly on the date. She won't see you, so that works in your favor, and you could even skip the shower,” Connie interjected.

“Connie... Mikasa is blind, but she can still smell people. Damn sawdust brain,” Jean scolded him, giving him a smack on the head.

“Hey, that hurt,” complained Connie, rubbing the affected area.

“Guys... I'm not going to ask Mikasa out on a date. At least not for now,” said Eren, blushing at the thought of going on a date with her.

“Oh, come on, Eren, don't be a coward,” Reiner challenged him.

“That's right, that's right, don't be a coward,” added Jean.

“Guys, stop it. With this kind of thing, it's better to take it easy,” said Armin, once again being the voice of reason.

“Thank you,” said Eren in a whisper.

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While the guys were talking about it, Carly, to everyone's misfortune, had overheard the whole conversation after returning from her dressing room. Angered by Eren's story, she approached the group with a quick step.

“What do you mean you're in love with the fake Japanese girl?” she snapped angrily, clenching her fists.

The boys fixed their eyes on the female figure with serious and annoyed expressions.

“What the fuck are you talking about now?” asked Jean.

“Mikasa, the blind girl.”

They all looked at each other, surprised not only to discover that Carly had been listening to them but also because she apparently knew Mikasa.

“And how do you know her?” Eren asked with a frown.

“And what's this fake Japanese thing?” added Connie, confused. It was the first time he had ever heard anything like that.

“Unfortunately for me, we were classmates in college.”

“You mean Mikasa's misfortune,” Reiner commented, eliciting a few short laughs from the group and a withering look from Carly.

“Shut up, will you?” She demanded irritably. She crossed her arms and smiled arrogantly before continuing, “And she's fake Japanese because her father isn't Japanese. Besides, none of her Japanese classmates thought of her as such, and we all made fun of her. What's more, even Westerners wouldn't see her as a Westerner. She is blind, ugly, fruity, and non-existent. Funny, don't you think?”

“What's funny is that you, who don't have a drop of Asian blood in you, go around judging who's Japanese and who isn't,” Armin replied, shaking his head in disbelief. “That's the height of idiocy.”

The group burst out laughing, except for Carly, who was seething with rage.

“Everything bad that happens to that girl is more than deserved,” she spat venomously.

The words made Eren's blood boil. In one abrupt movement, he stood up, clenching his fists tightly. He forced himself to take a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strike her.

“If you want to keep your face intact, you'd better shut up,” he warned in a strained voice, not even looking at her.

Carly clicked her tongue but didn't miss the opportunity to let out one last provocation.

“You look pathetic defending that good-for-nothing, but you'll see... When you realize what a bad person she is, you'll come to my arms and cry.” And with that, she left.

Armin approached his friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Eren, don't listen to her. She just wants to test you.”

“Armin is right,” Connie added. “Besides, whether Mikasa was a bad person or not, what does she care?”

“The only thing wrong with Carly is that she's jealous; that's all,” Reiner said dismissively.

“You're all right, but I would have given her that punch. Let's see if that will bring her temper down once and for all,” said Jean without the slightest remorse, crossing his arms.

The group looked at him with some surprise at his sincerity.

“Why are they looking at me like that? They all want to hit Carly, or do they already want her?”

“No, Jean, we don't want Carly. It's just that if we hit her, we'll get into serious trouble,” Armin reminded him.

Eren, Reiner, and Connie nodded in unison.

“I would have loved to, but... my desire to keep Mikasa from finding out and hating me was stronger,” Eren confessed in a serious tone. “Besides, I don't mind getting fired for hitting Carly. In fact, they'd be doing me a favor. This company has turned to shit since she arrived.”

Without another word, he grabbed his things and left.

The last five pictures of Carly were taken in a tense atmosphere. No one wanted to be there, not even the redhead, who bolted for home as soon as the session was over.

The rest of the team simply went about their work. There were a few more hours to go before the end of the day, and everyone had their own tasks to do.

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At the end of the day, Eren was the last to pack up. He had to review and edit the images.

“Let's go now. You need to rest your eyes,” said Armin calmly, waiting for him at the door.

Eren sighed, relaxing his shoulders and massaging his eyes.

“You're right. Today has been a heavy day,” he replied, turning off the computer and standing up.

As he left the building, he pulled out his phone and froze as he saw a notification.

“Mikasa…” he muttered.

“Did you say something?” Armin asked curiously.

“Mikasa sent me a message five hours ago,” he swallowed.

Just seeing her name on the screen made his heart race. He stared at the notification without daring to open it.

“And you're not going to read it?”

“I don't know…” he hesitated, suddenly feeling anxious. “I'm embarrassed to answer after so many hours.”

Armin let out a small laugh.

“Eren, if you've told her about your work, she'll understand.”

“I only told her I was a photographer, but not that I worked as one. I guess she thinks it's just a hobby.”

“Well, she wouldn't be wrong if she thinks so. But seriously, you don't lose anything by responding. And if she gets mad, it's her problem, not yours. Or am I wrong?”

Eren was silent, still staring at the notification. Then he took a deep breath and shook his head.

“No, you're right,” he admitted with a faint smile. “I'll read the message and get back to you.”

“That's the way I like it,” Armin replied proudly. “Also, if your relationship with Mikasa progresses, don't forget to introduce me to her. I promise I won't scare her off.”

Eren burst out laughing.

“Armin, I haven't forgotten about that. You'll be one of the first people I introduce her to,” he promised.

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Mikasa was sitting on the bed, legs stretched out and reading a book, though she wasn't attentive to its contents; she was still kicking around the issue of not having received a reply from Eren.

Did he not receive a reply because he was busy? Was he angry at her for the message? And so on, a myriad of questions invaded the young woman's mind. The soft knock on the door of her room brought her out of her trance, something she was inwardly grateful for.

“Come in,” she said calmly, her voice a little raised.

“Hello, it's me,” replied Mr. Ackerman, with a smile on his face, stepping inside with a small tray carrying a glass full of orange juice. “I've brought you the orange juice you like so much,” he announced, handing the glass to his daughter after placing the tray on the bedside table.

Mikasa placed the book on the bed beside her, then received the glass and took a sip of the drink.

“Thank you very much; I needed a drink,” she thanked him, with a smile that faded in seconds.

“Are you all right?” asked the man, concerned, sitting down on the bed. “Are you in pain?”

“Eren didn't respond to my message. I knew it was a bad idea,” she said, discouraged. Deep down, she had hoped for a response from him.

Mr. Ackerman did not hesitate to place his hands on her face and gently caress her cheeks.

“My daughter, don't be sad,” he asked. “It wasn't a bad idea. Maybe he's too busy and can't look at his cell phone.” He placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead as he said that, then pulled his hands away. “He was a photographer, wasn't he?”

“Yes, that's what he told me,” she replied, squeezing the glass without applying too much force so as not to break the glass. “What if he never answers me? What am I going to do?”

“Nothing. If you don't get an answer, there's nothing else you can do. It will still hurt because of your feelings for him, but trust me, you'll be fine,” he assured.

Eren had written her reply. However, he hadn't sent it because of the nerves that invaded his body. He had been staring dumbly at his phone screen for almost twenty minutes. He was so engrossed, thinking about the possible answers he might receive from Mikasa.

He took a breath, plucked up his courage, and finally sent the message. His body relaxed, although in his stomach he felt those famous butterflies everyone was talking about.

“Please don't hate me for answering so late,” he whispered, not turning away from the phone, waiting for a reply.

In a second, Mikasa received the corresponding notification, just at the moment she was left alone in her room again. The girl wrinkled her eyebrows, intrigued to hear that sound.

“What now?” she said to herself in a whisper, reaching out with her left hand for her cell phone on the bedside table.

Then she activated the screen reader.

“Please tell me how many notifications I've received,” she asked in a soft tone.

“Wait a moment.”

Spoke the app, setting itself to read what was requested for a few seconds.

“You have two notifications.”

“Tell me what they are,” she asked again.

“You have four app updates pending and a message from Eren.”

A smile broke out on the girl's face, lighting up her face. Her eyes stopped working a year ago, but they were still capable of glowing with illusion.

“Open the chat and read the message Eren sent me,” she asked one last time, more excited than before and, of course, with some nervousness.

The app did not "speak"; it only began to open the messaging app and chat with Eren.

“Good afternoon, Mikasa. Sorry for my late reply; I've been quite busy editing the photos I took today. I didn't tell you, but being a photographer is not just a hobby; I work as such at Jiyuu No Tsubasa magazine. How was your day?”

Mikasa relaxed completely. Her father was right about why she hadn't heard back from Eren. She was very relieved.

“Please write and send what I'm going to dictate to you next…”

As Mikasa dictated her reply, Eren got up from the couch to receive and pay for the pizza he had ordered for dinner. Then, he returned to the couch, took a slice, and, with his other hand, looked at his cell phone, where the chat with Mikasa already had a new reply.

“Good afternoon, Eren. Don't worry, it didn't bother me that you responded late. I'm sure your photos are the best in the magazine!!!! My day went well; I was, as usual, helping my parents at the fruit shop, and today I got to be with my friend Sasha. You know, her partner and she have an Italian food restaurant; isn't that great?”

“That's wonderful. If you want, we can go to your friend's restaurant for lunch one day.”

Those were the words Eren wrote.

He was lucky he was talking to Mikasa by text message, because right now he was a nervous wreck. And all that's not to mention that his face was so red you could mistake it for a tomato.

Upon receiving that reply, Mikasa also got nervous because her mind made her think it was a date, but she knew better than to get her hopes up so quickly. It took her a few seconds to respond, and, in spite of everything, she accepted his invitation without hesitation.

The conversation didn't end at that plan to go out to eat. Eren and Mikasa continued talking about all the things they hadn't shared so far. However, when Eren told her that Carly was the magazine's current model, something in Mikasa tensed. She hadn't forgotten the teasing she and her classmates had done to her in the past.

“Shit, I think I screwed up,” Eren muttered.

Well, it was true that it was difficult, not to say impossible, to know the mood of a person just by reading a message, and even so, Eren knew that Mikasa was hurt for making her remember what she experienced with Carly and the rest. He didn't hesitate to apologize to her right away, an apology that Mikasa accepted without a second thought.

It was midnight when Mikasa gave a big yawn. At no point had she asked the screen reader to tell her the time, so she didn't even know how long they had been chatting, though she didn't care.

“Mikasa, excuse me. It's already midnight, and I kept talking to you. I'm sure you have to work tomorrow.”

That was the last reply she received from Eren. Mikasa's eyebrows rose, and she brought her right hand to her face to cover her mouth, surprised at how long they had been talking. However, an amused chuckle escaped her lips.

“Don't worry, I didn't ask my screen reader to tell me the time either, so we're both guilty. Good night, Eren. ♡”

“Good night, Mikasa. I'll send you a 'good morning' message first tomorrow to make up for today.”

That was the last message sent and received before they both turned off their cell phones. Mikasa, calmer and happier than before, fell asleep quickly. Eren, meanwhile, stared at the ceiling with his hands folded under his chest, so excited about the idea of writing Mikasa again that he wished the new day would come as soon as possible.

Chapter Text

The weather on the fourth day of spring 2024 was warm. The sky was blue, the birds were singing, and the cherry trees were at their peak. Mikasa stretched out on her bed, where she still sat contemplating the beauty of that day through the window beside her.

A broad smile spread across the young girl's face. If there was one season Mikasa loved, it was spring: the days were sunny and warm, and that put her in a good mood.

With a leap she jumped out of bed— which she made later— and headed for the closet, where she grabbed the clothes she was going to put on after showering. As usual, as soon as she finished breakfast, she left to help her parents in the family greengrocer's shop.

The first task she did was to stand behind the counter, greeting and collecting money from the customers who came to buy.

“Mr. Takeshi, how nice to see you,” Mikasa greeted him with a smile. She was happy to see the old man she had known since she was a child in perfect condition. “How have you been? It's been a while since you've been here,” she added as she typed in the price of products without barcodes.

“I had knee surgery months ago; that's why I haven't been around,” the old man reported, leaving Mikasa surprised. “But look, I'm as healthy as an apple,” he added, smiling broadly, holding up his operated knee to prove it.

“That's great, Mr. Takeshi. I'm very happy for you,” she replied happily.

“Thank you very much, young lady,” he thanked her. “Although I still carry this faithful friend with me,” he said, tapping the ground gently with his cane. “He's already an addition to my body.”

Mikasa let out an amused chuckle.

“At least he won't betray you,” she joked, to which the man nodded his head as a chuckle escaped his lips.

Takeshi was not only a great friend of the Ackerman family, he was also a regular customer, so there was no need to tell him the price of the purchase: he took the exact money and 500¥ more out of his purse himself, which he handed to Mikasa as a tip.

“That's for you, buy whatever you like, young lady.”

“Mr. Takeshi, the tip is not necessary. I'm sure you need the money more than I do,” she replied in a hurry. She didn't want Mr. Takeshi to have financial problems because of her, nor with his relatives.

The old man shook his hand, denying and saying goodbye at the same time.

“Don't worry, I'm not doing badly financially. Besides, you're just another granddaughter to me,” he said calmly, turning slowly to walk to the exit of the store.

Mikasa pouted a little, touched by the old man's words. She also saw him as a grandfather, because she had grown up with him since they moved to the city. She loved him dearly, as well as her parents and her grandmother Kiyomi.

“Thank you so much for everything, Mr. Takeshi,” she commented aloud with a smile. “Come back soon.”

“Goodbye, young lady,” the man said goodbye before turning to the right, hiding from Mikasa's field of vision.

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The day passed normally, although by the time the clock struck 11:30 a.m., the greengrocer's shop had filled up with customers. Fortunately, Sasha was there at the time and, as on other occasions, helped dispatch the customers. Mr. Ackerman was at the back of the store, taking orders. Although all the produce was homegrown, they needed a delivery truck, as the harvesting was done in Mrs. Ackerman's hometown, where Kiyomi was helping to send the goods while also tending to the small fruit shop they had in the village.

Half an hour later, the congestion of people had dissipated. Sasha and Mrs. Ackerman took seats on two stools behind the counter, letting out a big sigh as they relaxed their respective bodies.

“I'm completely exhausted,” said Sasha, the exhaustion showing in her tone of voice.

“Thank you so much for coming to help; without you I don't know how we could have gotten through all this.”

Sasha smiled happily, shaking her head in denial.

“You have nothing to thank me for, Mrs. Ackerman. You know I'm happy to help you with anything,” she replied sparingly, playing it down. “By the way, where did Mikasa go? I thought she was going to rest with us,” she asked, surprised not to see her friend.

“She said she would go put the boxes away. You know how Mikasa is sometimes stubborn when it comes to resting,” she replied with a chuckle.

Sasha laughed too, nodding her head. She herself had seen Mikasa's stubbornness countless times.

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The Ackermans' firstborn stood in one of the seasonal fruit aisles. Her hands held her waist, and her face was raised, staring at the box on top of the shelf. Normally it was her father who was in charge of taking the boxes down from the high places. However, Mikasa took the folding ladder and began to climb the steps.

She smiled happily. It was the first time she had ever done that, and reaching the box was a small personal achievement. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them tightly around the cardboard box, and slowly started to climb down. But as she planted her foot on the next step, she slipped and fell backwards, hitting her head hard on the floor.

She felt a sharp pop in the back of her head, and, for an instant, all was silence.

The noise of the fall was so loud that everyone present— her parents, Sasha, and the delivery truck driver —ran out, frightened and worried.

“Mikasa!” Mrs. Ackerman exclaimed in alarm, gently tapping her on the cheeks.

“Mikasa, are you all right?” asked Sasha, her face unhinged with worry.

“My head hurts…” she answered, with her eyes closed and a pained expression on her face. She even brought her right hand to the affected area. The blow had left her somewhat dazed.

“Let's lift her carefully,” said the delivery man.

Mr. Ackerman nodded. Sasha removed the box to clear the path, while Mrs. Ackerman moved the ladder out of the way. What seemed like a minor fall, with a quick recovery, turned into a nightmare for Mikasa.

“Why does everything have black spots on it?” she asked, still not quite understanding what was going on.

They all looked at each other with fear. None of them was a doctor, but that one question was enough to know that something was wrong.

“We should go to the emergency room right away,” said Mr. Ackerman, seriously.

“Let me give you a ride. I've got the truck with the engine running; just hop in,” offered the delivery man.

“You four go. I'll close the greengrocer's shop. Don't worry, I'll come to the hospital later and bring you the keys,” Sasha assured them.

“Thank you, Sasha. We owe you one,” said Mikasa's parents in unison, leaving the greengrocer in the back.

Mikasa was the first to get into the truck, followed by her parents and Kenji, the delivery man. The black spots did not disappear; on the contrary, they grew larger, and her blurred vision was getting worse by the minute.

“I can't... I can't see, Mom... I can't see anything,” Mikasa announced, panicking. Her shortness of breath only made the three adults even more desperate and alarmed.

“Mikasa, calm down. We are close to the hospital,” said her father, trying to calm her down, although he himself was terrified.

Mrs. Ackerman said nothing. She simply clung to her daughter and never left her side.

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Before Mikasa was treated, Sasha had arrived at the hospital as promised. Mikasa's father explained what had happened during the trip. Within minutes, neurologist Mike Zacharias was attending to the Ackerman family.

“Okay, Mikasa, we'll start with a very simple test,” said the neurologist, standing in front of the girl.

Mikasa, sitting on the couch in the room, nodded her head, signaling that she was ready for the medical tests.

Mike took a flashlight out of his lab coat and turned it on, shining the light on the other's face while raising the index finger of his left hand.

“Tell me, Mikasa, can you see the light and my finger?”

Mikasa swallowed hard. That simple question was an ordeal for her; she felt worse than when a question about a subject she knew absolutely nothing about appeared on an exam.

“I…” Her voice trembled, “I don't see anything.”

Mike said nothing. He simply put his finger down, turned off the flashlight, and put it in the pocket of his robe.

“Is everything all right?” Mrs. Ackerman asked, concerned.

The neurologist turned his head after writing down the results of the first test.

“I need to do more tests,” he said calmly. “A CT scan might give us a clearer answer as to what's wrong with your daughter.”

“I see…” the woman whispered, lowering her gaze.

“Don't worry, it's a simple test. In Mikasa's case, we do not need any prior preparation. However, we ask all patients to remove any metallic objects, such as jewelry.”

“I'm not wearing anything metallic,” Mikasa reported quickly.

“Perfect. Then we can start the CT scan. Wait a few minutes outside while I call my partner.”

The Ackermans and Sasha nodded in unison, obeying the neurologist's words. Minutes later, Mikasa followed the nurse into the room where the CT scan would be performed. Due to Mikasa's condition, Sasha decided to accompany her to the door.

“Mikasa, listen,” she asked in a low, warm voice, stroking her friend's hands. “It's going to be all right. Whatever happens, your parents and I will be with you.”

“Thank you, Sasha,” she replied with a slight smile, hugging her tightly. “See you later.”

“We'll be here, waiting for you to come back,” the brunette assured.

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Together with the nurse, Mikasa entered the room. She could see nothing, but the cold, sterile air of the place enveloped her, letting her know that she was in an impersonal place. The metallic sound of the machine gave her goosebumps.

“You must be Mikasa,” said Moblit, the technician in charge of performing the scans.

“That's right,” she confirmed.

“My name is Moblit. I am the one who will be in charge of this test. I assume you've been briefed on the metal objects, right?”

Mikasa nodded, and Moblit smiled kindly at her.

“Perfect. I'll walk you to the gurney and explain the process a little bit,” he said in a soft voice, guiding her with the nurse's help.

“Do you want us to help you up?” asked Nifa, the nurse, calmly.

“I think I can do it myself,” Mikasa replied, though she hesitated to say it.

Her vision was gone, but the rest of her body was still functioning properly. She stretched out her hands, feeling around the edge of the gurney as if searching for a switch in a darkened room.

Thanks to the fact that she had been placed nearby, she managed to sit up right away. With the help of both of them, she lay down on the stretcher.

“Now you must lie here without moving while the machine does its work,” Moblit informed her.

“The test will only take a few minutes, so we'll be done in no time,” added Nifa. “We'll be behind the glass.”

“That's fine,” Mikasa replied, though her voice trembled. Being alone and unable to see was distressing her more than she wanted to admit.

The lights went out, something Mikasa knew from the sound of the switches. The machine began to turn, and she kept as still as possible, despite the whirring noise it emitted. Mikasa was reminded of the sound of a passing train.

As Moblit took pictures through the machine, Mikasa thought about how she could live if she didn't manage to regain her sight. She didn't even know if there was a chance of getting it back. These negative thoughts overwhelmed her, to the point of almost having a panic attack. However, the sudden silence of the machine broke her concentration: the test was over, and Nifa came back into the room to help her up.

“Was that all?” she asked, surprised at how little time it had lasted, despite having been previously informed.

“That's right, the test only lasts a few minutes,” Nifa repeated. “But you must return to your family. The neurologist will see you again as soon as he sees the results.”

The tension was palpable in the doctor's office. The sound of the door opening slightly broke the dense atmosphere. At that moment, Mike entered with the medical tests in hand.

“Sorry for the delay,” he excused himself immediately, taking a seat and placing the papers on the table.

“Don't worry, we haven't waited long,” replied Mr. Ackerman, who stood behind his wife, while Sasha stood behind her friend. Both had their hands resting on the women's shoulders.

“I have the results here,” he announced, pulling out the CT images and placing them in front of the family. Then he took a pen that he would use for his explanation. “What you see here is Mikasa's skull,” he began, pointing to the affected area. “As you can see, there is a swelling in the occipital cortex. In principle, there is no fracture, but there is damage that is interfering with her vision.”

A tense silence reigned in the atmosphere. Mikasa did not fully understand the explanations, but the silence of her parents and Sasha was more than enough to know that something was wrong.

“Am I going to be blind forever?” she finally asked.

“It may be temporary,” Mike said. “But it also may not be. That's something we'll know in time.”

“So... what should we do now?” Sasha interjected, even more worried about her friend.Mike let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as he put away the evidence.

“Considering that Mikasa has no bleeding or clots, surgery is not an option right now. The only thing we will do is a neurological observation and a control of intracranial pressure. And in the meantime…” He paused briefly, fixing his gaze on Mikasa. “You should rest and take corticosteroids to reduce the inflammation.”

“When should I come back?” Mikasa asked. She didn't have much hope for a full recovery, but she had no choice.

“We'll do checkups every three months, but don't worry. I'll give you a paper with the next appointments and the prescription for the medication.”

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When they arrived home, the silence was still present. They could not say anything, because everything had already been said. Mikasa was blind, and now the world she knew perfectly was completely foreign to her.

Mikasa acted stubbornly; she wanted to fend for herself, but every attempt ended in a blow.

“Are you all right, Mikasa?” asked Sasha, helping her friend into a clear zone.

“No. I just want to die,” she answered with a low tone and a somber look on her face.

The girl's parents, frightened and saddened by their daughter's negative thoughts, approached her.

“Mikasa, don't say that,” her mother pleaded desperately, “I know this is very hard and it's going to be very difficult, but you have to be strong.”

“How can a useless person like me be strong? I can't even see,” she replied angrily and loudly.

Then she pushed her friend's arms away and tried to go to her room. Or so she thought she did, because she tripped while trying to climb the small step.

“Fuck!” she shouted, hitting the floor hard. Her arms began to weaken, so she lay down on the floor in frustration, bursting into tears. “I can't climb a damn little step,” she muttered in a lower tone.

Her parents and Sasha came over again and helped her up.

“Daughter, please let us help you until you can stand on your own two feet,” Mr. Ackerman asked, gently stroking her head to reassure her.

Mikasa didn't speak, she simply rested her head on her father's chest, trying to calm down.

“We are all with you,” Sasha assured her. “I have to go, but I'm going to look into how you can learn to stand on your own two feet. I promise.”

“Thank you,” Mikasa whispered.

“Let me see you out,” said Mrs. Ackerman, giving her daughter a quick, gentle pat on the back before walking Sasha to the door.

Everything seemed to be going well, or so Mikasa's parents thought. But the truth is that their daughter sank back into depression because of her blindness. So much so that she didn't eat a bite of her dinner that night.

“May I go to my room?” Mikasa asked. Now she had to depend on her parents to even get around inside her own home.

“Aren't you going to have dinner?” asked Mr. Ackerman, with concern.

“I'm not hungry,” she said, earnestly, her voice cracking.

Mrs. Ackerman grasped her daughter's right hand tightly. Everything had just begun, and that frightened her, because she knew it would not be the last time her daughter would burst into tears.

“Mikasa, please, just eat a little at least,” the woman begged in a low tone.

Mikasa did not answer. She simply bowed her head. She was thinking about everything and, at the same time, about nothing. She was very confused.

“If I want to eat, you have to help me,” she commented, breaking her silence. “No matter what I want to do, I have to ask for your help. I'm a grown woman and now I'm just a nuisance to you.”

“Mikasa, don't say that. You are not a nuisance and you never will be,” her father replied, to which her mother nodded her head.

“Your father is right. You're our daughter and we'll do everything we can to make sure you can live happily,” she said. “Besides, remember when you were little and we had to help your father when he broke his leg?”

Mikasa nodded with a slight smile.

“I always wanted to bring him food in the room.”

“That's not to mention that you used to get mad at me every time I told you I could eat alone,” he added, eliciting a laugh from his daughter.

“And I was still stubborn and wanted to feed you.”

“That's right, so we can take this as those days. It's not the same, we know that perfectly well, but the need to be helped is the same.”

“I guess you're right, dad,” she murmured. “So, will you help me eat?”

“Of course I will, dear,” her mother replied with a happy smile.

Mr. Ackerman took charge of bringing the plates over while Mrs. Ackerman helped her daughter find and pick up the food with the chopsticks.

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In the days that followed, Mikasa began to relearn the structure of her house. Most of the time she was accompanied by a parent, and some of the time she tried to do it alone. These small accomplishments made her happy and helped her to stop feeling like a burden. In addition, whenever her friend Sasha came to visit, they practiced writing and reading Braille together, thanks to the fact that the brunette, after an intense search, found a way to teach her.

Mikasa's parents even learned to write in Braille, which they used to create labels that they attached wherever necessary, allowing their daughter to gain independence. Later, they transferred that same system to the family greengrocer's shop, as Mikasa loved to help out and tend to the business.

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“Good morning, Mrs. Ackerman,” greeted Marco jovially, approaching the counter with a smile.

“Good morning, Marco,” replied the woman, also smiling.

“Is your daughter here?” he asked calmly. “I have her cell phone.”

“Yes, she's in the living room. Come, come with me,” she said, motioning with her head for him to follow her.

Ever since he heard the news of Mikasa's accident, Marco had been creating an application so that his friend could also be independent when it came to using technology.

After arriving at the destination and after a quick greeting, Mrs. Ackerman left the two friends alone, but not before serving them both a soft drink.

“I brought your cell phone,” Marco announced, placing the device in Mikasa's hands.

She touched it curiously.

“What are you supposed to have done to my phone? I don't notice anything different, except that my case has holes in the edges.”

Marco let out an amused chuckle.

“The difference is on the inside. I installed an app I created especially for you,” he explained. “And about the holes... I must apologize, but it was necessary. Of course, they are small, I promise.”

“And why was it necessary to make them? I still don't understand,” Mikasa insisted, even more confused.

“I'll explain it to you right now,” he answered calmly, taking her right index finger gently. “Look, the little hole at the top is used to increase the volume. The second one, just below, turns it down. And the third one, at the end of the right side, is the on/off button,” he explained as he carefully guided Mikasa's hand through each point.

She didn't say anything. She was really surprised.

“On the left side there is a last little hole. If you press it, it activates the application I installed,” he added.

“And the screen lock?”

“At the moment you don't have one activated. But we can set it from the app. And while we're at it, I'll show you how it works. Would you like to?”

Mikasa nodded with a small smile.

Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach, not out of love for Marco, but out of pure excitement. Thanks to her friend, she could be more independent, and that made her immensely happy. Being able to use her phone without help was the last step she needed to start adjusting to her new life.

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That same night, in her room, Mikasa stroked the edges of her cell phone, looking for the small left hole. She pressed it.

“How can I help you?” The app spoke, just as it had this morning when Marco showed her how to use it.

A smile broke out on her face, proud and happy that she had managed to activate the screen reader on her own.

“I want you to open Spotify and play the fifth song on my playlist,” she asked calmly.

“Just a moment. Please.”

Within minutes, a soft melody began to play through the headphones. Mikasa widened her smile. She knew her playlist perfectly, and listening to that song brought her a deep sense of peace. As the song played, the girl rested her head on the pillow, slowly relaxing. 

For the first time in days, she didn't cry.

Chapter Text

“Good morning.” Those two words were the ones Mikasa sent to Eren, and he to her, every morning, as they had promised. At first they were only short messages, then a little longer. But they always sent them first thing in the morning because they loved to start the day in a good mood.

“Good morning, Eren,” Armin greeted with a smile as soon as he approached his friend's work area.

“Good morning, Armin,” Eren replied happily.

That day, Eren had to edit the photos he had taken of Carly for the spring issue of the magazine.

“How are you?" asked the brown-haired boy.

“Fine. Luckily, we don't have Carly here, so my team and I can work in peace. How about you? Are you still talking to Mikasa?

“Tired of editing, but I have no choice,” he said, chuckling. “We talk every day, although I'd like to see her again.” His cheeks turned red at such a confession.

“And why don't you go see her?”

Eren's eyes widened at the other's proposal.

“I don't know if…”

“It's a good idea,” interrupted the blond. “You should see her. Sending messages to each other is fine, but... Will you really be okay with just that?”

Eren didn't speak. Armin was right.

“Do you know where she lives?”

“She told me her house is next to the family greengrocer's,” he answered in a low tone. “I have the address.”

“That makes things easier. Besides, you get off work early today, right?” Eren nodded. “So…” He paused briefly as he tapped him gently on the shoulder. “You know what you have to do,” he added, winking knowingly before walking away.

Eren smiled slightly. Then he turned on his cell phone, and as he logged into the chat, he once again noticed the last message Mikasa had sent him: a picture of a bright red apple, along with the text, “My mom said it was the reddest apple she's ever seen. Do you think so too?”

That kind of message was also common among them. He knew that someone else might be annoyed or even think Mikasa was a little girl or naive, but he wasn't like that. He loved receiving messages from her, no matter how simple or silly they seemed. They helped him get to know her better, and replying to her made his heart feel calm and happy. Imagining Mikasa's smile filled his chest with warmth. He was madly in love with that girl.

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It was noon. Eren had finished his workday, and with the help of the map application, he started looking for the Ackerman family's fruit shop. The walk took about twenty minutes from his workplace.

The brown-haired boy was just a few steps away from the entrance. His heart was beating so fast he felt like it was about to burst. The last time they had seen each other in person was the first time they had met, several weeks ago now. He took a big breath of air before approaching, at a slow pace, the establishment.

“Good morning,” greeted Mrs. Ackerman as soon as Eren entered the greengrocer's shop. It was an automatic gesture, said in a polite and soft tone.

“Hello,” he replied, smiling shyly.

He approached cautiously. The woman in front of him immediately made him assume that she was Mikasa's relative, because her resemblance was truly uncanny.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, bowing her head slightly.

The brown-haired boy nodded, feeling somewhat lost between nerves and shyness.

“You see, it may seem a little strange to you, but I was looking for a girl. Her name is Mikasa,” he finally said. The address she sent him had led him there, but he still wanted to make sure he was in the right place.

Mrs. Ackerman narrowed her eyes, watching him carefully. Then she relaxed her face, as if something suddenly made sense to her.

“You must be Eren,” she replied with a smile. Eren nodded, “My daughter has told me a lot about you. She's in the back room; I'll go get her,” she added before walking away from her station.

“Thank you very much. I'll wait for you here.”

Left alone, Eren began to walk slowly through the aisles of the store, observing how the products were arranged in such an eye-perfect way. His greenish eyes fell on one fruit in particular: six red apples, placed on a recycled cardboard tray and protected by a transparent film.

Eren picked up the tray and examined it closely. The embossing on the label made him smile foolishly; to think that they had done it for Mikasa made him feel tender, because not only was that label in Braille, but all the others were as well. In addition, another thing that caught his attention was the store's decorations, especially one of the shelves decorated with pink ornaments symbolizing spring. Seasonal fruits were piled up on those shelves.

“Smells good,” he murmured, surprised to notice the fresh scent of a freshly picked apple, even through the wrapper.

Seconds later, he returned to the counter, just as Mrs. Ackerman returned accompanied by her daughter.

“Eren is in front of you,” she reported in a low tone.

Mikasa nodded slightly.

“Thank you, Mom,” she whispered.

The girl's mother then moved away, returning to her work station behind the counter. She watched the couple with a small smile; she had noticed the devotion in Eren's eyes at the sight of her daughter.

“I'm happy to see you…” She interrupted herself when she remembered the verb she had used. “Well, that you're here, because I can't see you,” she added, laughing.

Eren couldn't help but laugh too. That little joke managed to lighten the nerves they both felt.

“Was it easy for you to find the fruit shop?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, luckily I didn't get lost on the way,” he answered calmly. He didn't know Japan well yet, so getting lost was common for him. “I came to see you... and ask you if you feel like taking a walk,” he finally said, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Mikasa's heart began to beat rapidly at those words. It was going to be the first time she would be alone with Eren for a longer time. Nervous and excited, she nodded without hesitation.

“Sounds like a good plan,” she agreed immediately.

Eren smiled triumphantly; happiness made him forget, for a few seconds, about the fruit he had picked.

“Oh, right…” he muttered to himself, turning to look at Mikasa's mother again. “I'd like to take this,” he said, holding out the fruit tray with his right hand.

“You can have it,” she replied matter-of-factly. Eren raised his eyebrows, surprised by her response. “It's my way of thanking you for talking to my daughter and making her happy.”

Mikasa ducked her head shyly at what her mother said.

“If you want, I can give you a cloth bag to carry them comfortably.”

“Sure, that's fine,” he replied, handing the tray to the woman. “Thank you very much.”

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Once outside, the sun gently hit the couple's faces; the light breeze moved the short strands of Mikasa's hair gracefully.

“Do you want me to be your guide?” proposed Eren, calmly, watching the cane zigzag across the ground.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don't want to be in the way.”

“Not at all, you're not a hindrance, Mikasa,” he said in a calm but determined tone. “Besides, it will be easier for you to walk, and you won't get tired of using the cane so much.”

Mikasa smiled happily. Knowing that she wasn't a bother to Eren calmed her down, because she loved being by his side.

“Okay,” she replied, stopping her steps to fold the cane and put it in the bag she always carried with her.

Next, Eren took the girl's left hand to guide her. Her skin was very soft and white, and having the privilege of feeling that softness made him feel very lucky. Mikasa, for her part, also felt happy to intertwine her hand with the other's; she thought Eren's skin was just as soft.

A quiet silence reigned between the couple, even though their hearts were beating very fast as they were joined by their hands.

“Do you like spring?” Mikasa asked curiously, breaking the silence.

Eren grimaced, thinking about the answer. He had never stopped to think about what his favorite season of the year was or wasn't. “I don't dislike it,” he answered honestly. “To tell you the truth, I like winter better.”

“I like winter too,” she commented with a small smile on her face. “I prefer spring, though. The weather is warm, the people look lively, and the colors are wonderful. I still remember what Japan looks like in every season... before I lost my eyesight.”

“Wait, weren't you born blind?” he asked in surprise. Mikasa hadn't told him that detail.

Mikasa noticed it right away and couldn't help but let out an amused laugh as she shook her head.

“No, no, I was blinded by an accident,” she answered in a calm tone. Now it didn't hurt to remember that, because she had gotten used to her blindness. “I fell backwards when I was taking a box down from one of the shelves. I hit my head really hard, started seeing dark spots, and... one thing led to another.”

Eren didn't speak. The impact was so hard that all he could do was tighten his grip as he dodged the crowd. They were in the center of the city, and on the side of the street they were on, you could barely walk.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you remember that moment,” he apologized at once. He felt bad about his question, asked out of surprise and curiosity.

“It's all right. I suffered too much at first, but I'm fine now. And even if I don't regain my sight, it doesn't bother me as much as it did at the beginning,” she acknowledged.

“So... is it just as likely that you'll remain blind as that you'll regain your sight?”

“That's right, for the moment nothing is certain,” she said.

Eren nodded his head slightly, understanding Mikasa's situation. His eyes caught a glimpse of a drink truck in the distance, where people stopping by got out with a glass of bubble tea.

“Do you like bubble tea?” asked the boy, radically changing the subject.

“Sure, do you?”

“I've never tried it, but I'm seeing a truck in the distance where people are buying some. Do you want to go?”

“That sounds good,” she smiled, once again agreeing to Eren's plan.

Arriving at their destination, Mikasa waited, sitting on one of the benches nearby, for Eren's return. At first, she wanted to pay for her drink or even half, but after Eren's insistence to invite her, she ended up agreeing.

“Sorry I'm late; I had two people in front of me who couldn't make up their minds,” said the boy, handing Mikasa her drink and then taking a seat next to her.

“Don't worry, I didn't wait that long,” she confirmed calmly, receiving her bubble tea and taking a sip. “By the way, what flavor did you choose?” she asked curiously as she chewed one of the tapioca balls.

“The truth is that there were so many flavors that I didn't know which one to choose,” he admitted, giggling nervously. “In the end I chose the two of the same flavor so I can get to know you a little better.”

Those last words caused both of their cheeks to turn red. Once again a silence formed between the two, which Eren broke this time.

“I hope I like it, although if it's one of your favorite flavors, it sure tastes delicious,” he replied, excited to try the tangerine flavor with the tapioca balls.

“I'm sure you're going to love it. For me, it's the best flavor of all,” she said, taking another drink. “By the way, the tapioca balls are edible; don't swallow them whole, I don't want you to choke.”

“Don't worry, Mikasa, I'll drink carefully,” he promised.

Despite the intrigue, Eren looked at the glass with some suspicion. Trying new things had always been a bit of an ordeal for him. In the end, he took a short, almost cautious sip and stood still. The taste took him by surprise. It was sweet, but not cloying. The tangy hint of tangerine and the smoothness of the milk left a creamy sensation in his mouth, warm and cool at the same time.

“Do you like it?” Mikasa asked, pulling Eren out of his thoughts.

“The taste is delicious, but the tapioca balls…” he paused briefly as he analyzed one. “They're strange yet addictive.”

“Does that mean you pass the tangerine bubble tea with flying colors?”

“That's right, the tangerine bubble tea gets a thumbs up from me.”

After that short break, Eren and Mikasa resumed their walk calmly while chatting about whatever topic was on their minds.

“I just realized that I didn't ask you about your work. How's it going? Is Carly still a nuisance?” Mikasa asked, clinging gently to Eren's arm.

Eren let out a heavy sigh as he remembered Carly. “Carly was born a nuisance; she's a basket case,” he answered with complete sincerity. “However, since she no longer has photo shoots pending, she doesn't come around as much. We're quieter without her.”

“I'm happy for you. You deserve a break from Carly's unbearable voice,” Mikasa commented with a grimace. It had been a while since she had seen the redhead since school ended, but she still remembered her irritating tone perfectly.

“And… What about your pictures? Are you still photographing places around town?”

Eren sighed gloomily. “No... I lost inspiration a few days ago. I couldn't even photograph a simple trash can,” he confessed with a sad chuckle.

Mikasa pouted a little. It hurt her to hear that, knowing how much Eren loved photography. “I'm sure you'll get your inspiration back soon enough,” she replied in an encouraging tone, trying to cheer him up.

“I hope so,” he murmured.

“Next time we meet, bring your camera. I'll try to help you get your inspiration back. What do you say?”

“That's done,” he agreed with a broad smile. “After proving you weren't lying about the tangerine bubble tea, I have full confidence in you.”

“Thank you, but if anyone should be thankful, it's me. You are a wonderful guide.”

“It's my pleasure to be your guide, Mikasa,” he replied calmly. He never imagined himself guiding a blind person, and yet it felt natural with her. “Speaking of photos, though... I just remembered I need to buy a new battery for my camera. Do you mind if we go to a store? I promise I won't be long.”

“Oh, I don't mind. We can go get whatever you need,” she assured him calmly.

The sun was slowly going down. Eren and Mikasa were returning to the fruit shop after spending the afternoon walking around the city. Mikasa didn't let go of Eren's hand for a single moment, especially when they stopped at the traffic lights, like just now.

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“Mikasa?” called a female voice approaching at a leisurely pace.

Mikasa's eyes widened. Although she couldn't see the person, she recognized that voice instantly.

“What a surprise to see you here!” Sasha exclaimed happily, hugging her friend enthusiastically.

“I'm glad to see you too, Sasha,” Mikasa replied, returning the hug with a smile.

Sasha averted her eyes and looked at Eren. “Good afternoon,” she greeted politely.

“Good afternoon,” he replied, with a small smile.

“Sasha, this is Eren. Eren, this is Sasha, my best friend,” introduced Mikasa.

“Oh... you're the photographer boy, aren't you?” asked the brunette, surprised and happy to finally meet the famous Eren that Mikasa talked so much about.

“Yes, I am,” he said, letting out a chuckle. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Sasha.”

“It's my pleasure,” she said. “Were you taking a walk?”

“Actually, we're going back to the fruit shop, aren't we?” Mikasa said, turning slightly toward Eren.

“That's right, we spent the whole afternoon walking around the city and decided to go back before it got dark,” he explained.

Sasha watched them tenderly. Seeing her friend happy and Eren being so attentive filled her with relief and confidence.

“Good decision,” she said. “I was on my way back to the restaurant after running some errands. I don't know if Mikasa told you about it, but you can come by anytime. You're always welcome.”

“Thank you very much, Sasha,” Eren thanked. “Mikasa mentioned it to me, and I'm curious to try your partner's food. So, when I have a day off, you'll see me there.”

“That's great, Eren!” She exclaimed happily, “And you can both come, if you want!”

They were both silent for a moment, somewhat nervous at the thought of what that might entail. The traffic light changed to green, and they were silently grateful: the distraction came just in time.

“Well, I'm off. See you another day!” Sasha said goodbye, leaving with one last smile.

“Take care, Sasha,” said Mikasa. Eren raised his hand, waving gently.

The streetlights were beginning to illuminate the path back to the fruit shop. As they approached, Eren squinted as he made out a male figure in the doorway.

“Hey, Mikasa,” he said, catching her eye, “Is your father blond, by any chance?”

“Yes, my father is blond. Why?”

“It's just that there's a tall, short-haired, blond gentleman waiting at the door of the fruit shop,” he explained.

Mikasa smiled warmly. “Yes, that's my father. He always waits outside when I go out. It's his way of making sure I get home safely.”

“I see…” Eren replied quietly. He had hesitated for a moment, but now it all made sense.

Mr. Ackerman flashed a smile, approaching the couple at a slow pace.

“Good night, guys,” he greeted, placing a short kiss on his daughter's forehead.

“Good night, Dad,” the young woman replied.

“You must be Eren,” he said, and the boy nodded. “It's a pleasure to finally meet your face,” he added, letting out a short laugh.

“I'm glad to have met you too,” the boy replied. For some reason, Mr. Ackerman did not intimidate him; on the contrary, he conveyed a strange peace. Perhaps Mikasa had inherited that quality from him, and that was why Eren felt so comfortable around her.

“I hope you treated my daughter well.”

“Don't worry, Mr. Ackerman, I've treated your daughter very well,” he assured calmly.

“That's true, he's even been my guide for the whole ride,” Mikasa interjected.

The man nodded with a smile. Watching them cling to each other made him happy; it confirmed to him that his daughter's blindness was no hindrance to Eren.

As the two men spoke, Mikasa let go of Eren's hand, took her cane out of her bag, and walked over to her mother, who had come out of the house at the sound of voices, and called out to her from afar.

“Thank you for bringing my daughter home, Eren,” thanked Mr. Ackerman, reaching out to shake the young man's hand.

“It was nothing; besides, it's the least I can do,” he replied sincerely, undoing the handshake. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Mikasa with a slight smile.

“By the way, Mr. Ackerman,” Eren added, looking again at the man, who was watching him with interest, “Mikasa told me about her blindness and... Well, maybe it's not important because I'm sure you already have a doctor you trust, but my father is a doctor. If at any time you need a second opinion or help, don't hesitate to let me know. I would be happy to talk to him.”

Mr. Ackerman flashed a slight smile. Although they already had a stable medical team, Eren's words did not bother him in the least. On the contrary, he appreciated the gesture. He knew the boy spoke from the heart.

“We'll keep that in mind,” he replied, gently placing a hand on Eren's arm. “Thank you very much. Be careful on your way home.”

Eren nodded his head a couple of times.“Good night, Mr. Ackerman,” he said in a soft tone, then raised his voice. “Good night, Mikasa!”

Mikasa smiled and, raising her right hand, waved goodbye to him lightly.

“Good night, Eren. See you soon.”

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It was the middle of the week, and Eren was coming into work later that day. The night before, he had gone to visit his parents and sleep in his old room. At the time, the boy was sitting on the bed, looking through a photo album. In it were the first pictures he took with the camera his parents had given him on his tenth birthday.

Most of them were of his parents, others of objects that, to a child's eyes, were surprising, and the rest of them were of animals in funny poses. Eren let out a wistful laugh at how unprofessional his photographs were as he turned the pages.

The smile on his face disappeared as he reached the last page: the remaining pages were blank, which caused him some sadness. However, an idea crossed his mind. He closed the album, jumped up, and put it in his backpack.

A soft knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. He turned his head toward the white door that separated his room from the hallway.

“Come in,” Eren said in a loud, calm tone.

The door opened, and a woman peeked out. It was his mother.

“Breakfast is ready,” Carla announced in her characteristic cheerful and affectionate tone.

“Perfect, I'll be right down,” he replied. “By the way, Mom, is Dad in his office?”

“Yes, why? Did something happen?” she asked curiously. Whenever Eren asked that, it was always for medical information.

“Do you remember Mikasa?”

“Of course, you told us a lot about her. Is she okay?”

Eren nodded.

“The other time she told me more about her blindness, and I wanted to ask Dad about it.”

“That's all right. I'll wait for you in the kitchen,” Carla commented slowly, walking down the stairs.

Eren nodded and walked slowly to his father's office. Once there, he saw that the door was open but still knocked gently on the wood to get his attention.

“Eren, hello,” the bespectacled man greeted with a faint smile.

“Hi, Dad, can I talk to you about a medical issue?”

“Sure,” he replied, inviting him in with a gentle wave of his hand.The young man sat down in one of the chairs. He was a little nervous because he didn't know if it was right to pry into Mikasa's medical situation.

“Tell me, what do you want to talk about?” He asked curiously, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“It's about Mikasa's blindness,” he said directly, avoiding beating around the bush. “As you know, she was not born blind. She told me that the doctors did not assure her that she would regain her sight, but neither that she would lose it completely. My question is, what are the chances that she can get it back?”

Grisha let out a sigh, leaning his back against the back of the chair as he remembered everything his son had told him.

“From what you told me... Mikasa suffered a head injury that resulted in reversible neurological damage,” he said, crossing his arms. “I'm not handling her case, but it's true that she could recover her sight with an operation. As for the percentage... I couldn't give you an exact one. There are factors to consider; maybe with an updated CAT scan you could know more.”

Eren looked down for a few seconds. He was grateful for the information, but he didn't know whether to be relieved or more worried than before.

“Don't worry, Eren. You can ask her directly when she returns to the doctor. Although, if you want, I can ask for her at the hospital... but I can't promise you anything.”

A small smile of hope came across Eren's face. He was aware of how important it was to maintain medical privacy, and yet, his father's words gave him some comfort.

“Thank you very much, Dad.”

«Now that I remember... I have to buy a new strap for the camera. Never mind, I'll do it another day.»

Those were the words Mikasa burned into her mind as she accompanied Eren to buy the battery for his camera. She was no expert on the subject, but she was lucky to have Marco as a friend, as he was the one who helped her buy a new strap online.

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Three days passed, and a delivery man knocked on the Ackermans' door.

“I'm coming!” exclaimed Mikasa, approaching the door with the help of her cane.

“Good morning, are you Mikasa Ackerman?” asked the delivery man politely.

“That's right, I am Mikasa,” she confirmed, calmly.

“I have a package for you,” he said, handing her the order.

Mikasa did not hesitate to receive the package with excitement. She had been waiting for exactly three days, and to finally have it in her hands filled her with relief. With the help of the delivery man, she signed the delivery receipt without any problems.

“Who was it?” asked Mrs. Ackerman, approaching with curiosity.

“A delivery man,” Mikasa replied, closing the door. “The camera strap I bought from Eren has arrived!” she added, showing her the package.

“Great,” she smiled. “Do you want me to help you wrap it?”

“I'd love to, but first... Could you bring me the sewing kit? I'd like to embroider Eren's name on the strap,” she confessed, her cheeks turning pink.

The woman's smile widened. Her daughter was so attentive and thoughtful that she couldn't help but feel proud.

“I'll be happy to help you,” she replied, walking with Mikasa to the living room.

Although she had largely gotten used to her new life, Mikasa still didn't feel confident with some tasks, and sewing was one of them. So it was her mother who embroidered Eren's name on the strap, with her daughter's help.

“Do you think he'll like the gift?” she asked suddenly. The excitement of giving it to her was mixed with a prickling anxiety about his reaction.

“Of course he will love it!” replied her mother, stroking her back affectionately. “Besides, I doubt he's ever had a leash as special as this one.”

She brushed a lock of hair away from her face and placed a soft kiss on her temple.

“Everything will be fine.”

Mikasa smiled shyly and nodded. Her mother's words always managed to comfort her.

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“You have reached your destination.” Spoke the screen reader as Mikasa arrived in front of the publishing house.

Her heart was beating fast. Her hands were shaking, but she struggled to keep her composure. She swallowed saliva and let out a long sigh, relaxing her shoulders.

However, the sound of her cane gliding over the sidewalk was abruptly interrupted. Carly had stepped right into her path, blocking the entrance.

“Sorry, I accidentally bumped into you,” Mikasa apologized immediately.

“Well, what a surprise to see you here, Mikasa,” Carly replied arrogantly, her hands on her hips.

Mikasa tensed. Of all the people she could meet, why did it have to be Carly? Her day went awry in a second.Carly watched her brazenly, scanning her up and down with her eyes as Mikasa tried to ignore her, in shock, struggling to get the words out.

“You're not even going to say hello to me?” She snorted and forcefully snatched the cane from her. Mikasa let out a scream, falling to the ground with a thud.

“Just as stupid as ever,” Carly spat contemptuously, throwing the cane away, out of Mikasa's reach.

On the ground, Mikasa tried to ignore her. She was desperate to retrieve her cane, dragging her hands along the pavement urgently, her chest tight with anxiety.

Carly's screams could be heard everywhere. Armin and Jean, who were preparing the next edition of the magazine, heard them clearly.

“What the hell is wrong with the satanic girl now?” Jean asked with annoyance, giving Carly a new nickname.

Armin shrugged. “I'm sure she stepped in some poop, or who knows. She always makes a fuss over the tiniest trifle,” he replied. “I'll go see,” he added, walking slowly toward the entrance.

Jean let out a sigh and decided to follow his friend. They were both horrified to see a girl on the floor with Carly beside her. The same thought went through their minds, and it was not a good one. So they quickened their pace and exited the building.

“What are you, an idiot!?” Jean shouted, annoyed. His pulse wasn't shaking when it came to confronting Carly.

Carly clicked her tongue in annoyance at the sight of the two boys there. “I don't talk to stupid people,” was all she said before leaving the place.

Armin, worried about Mikasa, approached calmly.

“My name is Armin,” he introduced himself in a soft voice. “Jean and I are here to help you,” he added, helping her up.

“I am Mikasa,” she replied, a little calmer, though with sadness still present.

Armin opened his eyes in surprise. He had heard that name before, thanks to Eren.

“You came to see Eren, didn't you?” he asked. Mikasa nodded, clinging tightly to him.

“I am his best friend. He's not here right now, but he'll be here soon. If you feel like it, we can wait for him inside.”

“That's fine with me. Thank you very much,” she said with a small smile.

While Armin and Mikasa chatted, Jean was still annoyed that Carly had left before he could tell her a few more things. Turning around, he saw Mikasa's cane lying in one of the bushes.

“I guess this is yours,” Jean interjected, handing it to her.

Mikasa's smile widened as she once again held her faithful companion in her hands. “Yes, it's mine. Thank you very much.”

“It's nothing. Stupid Carly had thrown it into a bush,” he reported with annoyance.

Neither Jean nor Armin ever left Mikasa's side. They even treated the scrape she had on one of her knees from the fall.

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Ten minutes after the altercation, Eren entered the publishing house in complete tranquility.

“Armin, Jean, hello,” he greeted with a smile.

“Hi, Eren,” Armin replied, turning away and revealing Mikasa, sitting in a chair with her head down.

Eren's smile disappeared at the sight of her. He was happy to have her in front of him, but her melancholy expression worried him.

“Mikasa?” he asked, approaching her slowly. “What happened?”

“Hello, Eren,” she answered in a low tone.

“Carly confronted Mikasa and knocked her to the ground. That's why she has that scrape on her knee,” Jean explained, crossing his arms.

Eren frowned just hearing that name. He crouched down to be at the girl's level.

“Are you all right?” he asked with a small smile, trying to reassure her, although inside he was very angry. He also felt guilty for not having been there to prevent it.

Mikasa raised her head slightly as she nodded. “Yes, Jean and Armin took good care of me,” she said, smiling. “Besides, I came to give you something. That's why I'm here.”

Eren raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You didn't need to bother.”

Mikasa shook her head. “It's no trouble at all. I wanted to give you a present,” she said calmly, taking a small white package out of her bag, surrounded by a red ribbon. “I hope you like it,” she added shyly, handing it to him with a slight blush.

Eren opened it carefully. A tender smile came to his face as he saw the camera strap, but what caught his attention most was seeing his name embroidered on one of the corners.

“Did you make it yourself?”

“Yes, although my mother helped me. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he confessed, getting up and hugging her tightly. “Thank you so much, Mikasa.”

Mikasa rested her chin on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and hugged him tightly. Carly's envy couldn't do anything against that. Knowing that Eren was by her side made everything easier. For a few minutes, she had even managed to forget the altercation Carly had caused.

Chapter Text

It was midday at the Jiyuu no Tsubasa publishing house and the atmosphere, for the first time in weeks, felt light. No one could believe that this peace was lasting longer than usual, since until recently the tranquility at the publishing house had been ephemeral due to Carly's presence.

A tall, stocky man with short blond hair approached the room where all his workers were. His name was Erwin Smith; he was the magazine's thirteenth editor.

“Team, I need a few minutes of your attention,” he said in a serious tone, gathering the employees of the design and photography department, where Eren was.

Most approached the director, curious to know what he had to say; others, like Eren, remained in their seats, looking up from their desks.

“I want you to know that, as of today, Carly will no longer be part of the team, as her contract with our company ended yesterday,” he informed calmly, looking at his employees quickly. “Don't worry, there will be someone else to take her place for the next edition. Also, I want to thank you for maintaining professionalism even on the most difficult days.”

“After this, I'm going to agree with my grandmother every time she says God exists,” whispered Connie, to which Reiner nodded with his arms folded.

“Before I forget,” Erwin added. “This latest issue of the magazine has been a huge sales success, and the company's anniversary is coming up. Therefore, we have decided to organize a big celebration this Friday night. Further information about the party will be communicated to you later in the day.”

Everyone applauded at the news, and Erwin gave a small bow before retiring.

“I can't believe it's all over at last,” said Jean. The news of the magazine's success made him happy, but for him the best news of the day was undoubtedly that they would no longer see Carly's face.

Armin made his way past his companions to the table where Eren was sitting.

“Are you going to the party?” he asked.

Eren raised an eyebrow at him. “What kind of question is that? You know I don't like these kinds of events.”

“I know, but you can bring a partner, and I thought you would invite Mikasa,” the blond replied.

Eren blushed at the realization. “Should I do it?” he asked with some trepidation. On the one hand, he was looking forward to seeing Mikasa dressed up; on the other hand, he was afraid of a repeat of the altercation Carly had caused.

“Of course you will,” he encouraged him, “You don't lose anything by trying, and if anything should happen, you'll be there to defend her, or am I wrong?”

Eren looked down and shook his head. “No, you're not wrong,” he confirmed after a few seconds of thought. “You know? I think it's a good idea to invite her. In fact, after work I'll go visit her.”

“That's the way I like it, that you're brave,” said Armin with a smile, giving him a light slap on the back.

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That day, the Ackerman fruit shop had closed for a break, and Mikasa took the opportunity to go for a walk. She felt the warmth of the sun on her skin as she walked calmly, guided by her memory and her cane. As usual, she went to the park where the sound of the leaves and the birds gave her peace.

She sat on her usual bench and took a deep breath, letting the breeze caress her face. Ever since Eren appeared in her life, her days had a different color, even if she could no longer see them. Thinking of him made her chest feel warm. She wondered if she would see him again soon.

Eren had left work, and on his left shoulder he carried his camera. His steps were slow, enjoying the soft spring breeze.

He stopped when he recognized a familiar female figure. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Mikasa, sitting with a calm face, enjoying the weather. She was so beautiful that he felt the urge to photograph her. However, he didn't. He simply approached with slow steps.

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“Hello, Mikasa,” Eren greeted calmly; a smile was on his face.

Mikasa smiled happily at the sound of his voice. It seemed that the universe had granted her wish to see him again.

“Good morning, Eren,” she replied.

“May I sit next to you?”

“Of course,” she agreed immediately. She would never refuse to sit next to him.

Eren sat down on the bench, placing the camera on his lap.

“Remember I promised to bring the camera to our next meeting?”

Mikasa nodded. “And you're still uninspired?”

“That's right…” He sighed resignedly.

“I know a corner of this park you could photograph. It's not usually crowded, and it's quite beautiful... or at least, that's how I remember it.” She chuckled at her own words. “Would you like to see it?”

“Of course I would. If you say it's beautiful, I'm sure it is.”

Mikasa let out an amused chuckle. That Eren trusted her so much was both funny and tender at the same time.

“Then let's go, before it gets late,” she said calmly, standing up.

“Do you want me to be your guide again?”

“No, I'll walk alone this time,” she assured. “I'd like to be your guide now.”

“Okay, but if you need help, just ask for it,” he replied, walking beside her.

During the walk, Eren couldn't help but be surprised to see how Mikasa was walking confidently. She walked smoothly on the gravel and even went down the stairs naturally.

“We're here,” Mikasa announced, stopping softly.

Eren allowed himself to observe the place. His eyes widened: it was like a hidden corner of the world. Bright green vegetation surrounded everything, the pond glistened in the sun, and a few pink and white cherry trees gave the place a fairytale-like air.

A few steps away, a small, dark wooden gazebo completed the scene.

“This place…” he paused, marveling, “It's beautiful! Do you mind if I take some pictures?”

“Of course not. I brought you all the way out here just for that.”

Eren smiled, eagerly readying his camera.

“Don't move; I promise not to be long.”

As he shot, a wide smile spread across his face as he watched the images on the screen.

“Did you get a good picture?” Mikasa asked, noticing his presence again.

“Yes, they all turned out great,” he reported. “And all thanks to you, Mikasa.”

She smiled slightly, turning her face towards him.

“I know it's silly of me, but... can I see your camera?” She raised her hands. “Ever since I've known you, I've always been curious about how it feels to hold one in my hands.”

“Sure, no problem,” said Eren, carefully taking off the strap and putting it on her. “It's the leash you gave me. It fits perfectly, and it's also very comfortable,” he added, guiding her hands to the camera.

Mikasa held it gently. She was surprised at the weight; it wasn't as heavy as she had imagined. She ran her fingers gently over the buttons without pressing any of them.

“What do you think?”

“I don't understand anything about cameras, but I feel it's a very good one.”

“Do you want me to teach you how to take a picture?”

Mikasa was surprised. For an instant she thought it would be useless to learn something she couldn't see... but the desire to try was stronger.

She nodded with a smile.

“Well, Mikasa, what would you like to photograph?”

“I'd like to photograph something beautiful,” she said calmly. “Like you, for example,” she added shyly.

Eren froze for a moment. He never thought he would be the one to choose. In fact, he didn't think of himself as "something worth photographing." His heart skipped a beat, and a warmth spread through his chest.

“Are you sure?” he asked awkwardly, and Mikasa nodded.

“I've never been more sure than I am now,” she said decisively. “Nature here is quite beautiful, but you are more so, because your voice is so sweet and you are an amazing person to me.”

Eren smiled tenderly. It was the first time someone dedicated such sincere and beautiful words to him.

“Well, let's take that picture then,” he replied.

He then helped Mikasa hold the camera properly and even placed her index finger on the shutter, the button she had to press to take the picture.

“Don't move. You're perfect in that position,” he asked calmly. “I'll stand in front of the lens, and when I'm ready, I'll tell you to press the button.”

“Okay, I'll stay still,” she promised, clutching the camera a little tightly. Her stomach tingled with excitement to take her first picture.

Eren stood in front of the lens and, with a smile on his face, said,“I'm ready!”

Mikasa nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and pressed the button. A second later, the «click» broke the silence.

“Congratulations, you've just taken your first picture,” said Eren, cheerfully, approaching at a slow pace.

Mikasa lowered the camera and relaxed her posture.

“That was too fast,” she said with a chuckle. “How did the picture turn out?”

“Let's see…” He paused, carefully removed the camera from around her neck, and scanned the gallery.

He was silent for a few seconds, admiring the image. He didn't really like to be photographed, but that image, made by Mikasa, was already his favorite. It seemed incredible to him that a blind person had taken such a perfect picture the first time.

“Did the picture come out wrong?” Mikasa asked, worried.

“It was perfect. I'm surprised that this was your first time using a camera,” he confessed, still unable to get over his astonishment.

“That's because I have the best teacher,” she replied with a smile. 

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“It can be.” He laughed too. “Would you like to go for a walk, or would you prefer to rest?”

“A walk is fine,” she said sparingly, “and this time I'll let you be my guide again.”

Eren smiled happily, taking the girl's hand after she put her walking stick in her bag. During the walk, they both enjoyed the spring breeze, the singing of the birds, and the rustling of the leaves.

“You know?” said Eren, catching Mikasa's attention, “Carly doesn't work at the magazine anymore. And this Friday there will be a party to celebrate the success of the last issue and the company's anniversary.”

“That's wonderful, congratulations,” she replied, smiling broadly.

“The thing is... you can bring a partner to the party, and I thought maybe you'd like to come with me,” he added, scratching his left cheek nervously.

Mikasa's heart began to beat rapidly. Many questions crossed her mind, imagining different possible scenarios.

“Are you sure it's a good idea for someone like me to go to a place like that?” She asked with some hesitation, squeezing the other's hand tightly.

“Of course it is. There is no profile of people who may or may not attend,” he said calmly. “Besides, the first time I attended a company party, my mother was my partner,” he added with a nervous chuckle.

“In that case, I'll accept your invitation.”

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“Thank you very much,” he thanked her happily. “I'll pick you up around eight p.m., is that okay?”

“Any time is fine with me,” she replied calmly.

Chapter Text

The day of the party had arrived. There were less than ten minutes to go before Eren arrived at the Ackerman home to pick up Mikasa. Nerves were on edge, and despite the help of Sasha and her mother, they still hadn't chosen the final dress for the occasion.

“Well, Mikasa, this is the last choice,” said Sasha in a tired but hopeful tone, handing one more garment to her friend.

“Thank you,” Mikasa whispered as she received the dress. Gently, she began to run her fingers over the fabric, as if trying to "see" it through touch.

The fabric was soft, light, and warm, something that gave her a good first impression.

“What do you think?” Sasha asked, crossing her arms.

“It's quite soft,” she replied with a slight smile. “I'd like to know what it's like, though. The color, how it looks.”

“It's burgundy,” her mother interjected sweetly. “A deep, elegant, deep red with a lot of presence. Perfect for a night like this.”

“And the design is beautiful. Simple, but with a cut that's going to look spectacular on you,” Sasha added.

“Will you help me put it on?” asked Mikasa.

“Of course,” replied her mother. Sasha nodded immediately.

They both carefully guided her, helping her to get dressed and put on matching low heels. Then they led her in front of the full-length mirror.

“Are you comfortable?” Sasha asked, not taking her eyes off her friend.

Mikasa ran her hands up and down the skirt. The flounce caressed her legs, and the sweetheart neckline gave it a simple yet firm elegance.

“I feel very comfortable. This dress is the best choice,” she said confidently.

“You look beautiful,” said her mother, her eyes sparkling.

“And I guarantee Eren will melt when he sees you,” Sasha added with a chuckle.

They laughed together, making the tension of the moment disappear.

“Come on, let's get your hair and makeup done,” Sasha suggested, carefully guiding her to the chair.

The short hair made it easy to do her hair, and the makeup was natural: a touch of mascara and a light pink lipstick. Just as they finished, the doorbell rang.

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Eren had already been standing in front of the door for two minutes, readjusting his tie for the fifth time. Nervously, he took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

Mr. Ackerman opened the door.

“Good evening, Eren,” he greeted him warmly.

“Good evening, Mr. Ackerman,” he replied, a little tense.

“Come in, the girls are just finishing up.”

From the room, Mikasa recognized his voice. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Do I really look pretty?” she asked, standing up abruptly.

Sasha and her mother looked at each other in complicity.

“You look beautiful, my child. You needn't worry,” said Mrs. Ackerman tenderly.

“Come on, Eren is waiting for you... and so is the party,” Sasha added, stroking her back.

Mikasa nodded. A soft smile bloomed on her lips as a blush spread across her cheeks.

While they waited, Eren and Mr. Ackerman stood around talking about the publishing house and the party he and Mikasa were going to attend.

The clacking of heels echoed throughout the room. The two men fixed their gazes on the hallway where Mikasa was about to appear. As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, Eren fell silent.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of that burgundy-colored gown that delicately fit her figure, elegantly marking her silhouette. The sweetheart neckline enhanced her neck and collarbone, while the skirt, with a slight flounce, brushed her knees gracefully. Her short hair looked tidier than ever, and the makeup, though simple, gave her a sophisticated air that made her look like something out of a dream.

“Mikasa, you look beautiful!” exclaimed her father, approaching his daughter to place an affectionate, short kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you, Dad,” she replied, giggling.

Eren swallowed hard. The words just wouldn't come out. He had never seen Mikasa as beautiful as she was at that moment.

“Eren?” she asked softly, looking to confirm that he was there.

“Mikasa... You look beautiful,” he answered rather awkwardly.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she shyly ducked her head.

“Thank you very much,” she whispered.

Once he managed to calm down, Eren approached at a slow pace and took the girl's left hand. Mikasa raised her head and gripped his hand tightly.

“Ready for the party?”

Mikasa nodded her head a couple of times.

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The venue for the event was a reserved room in one of the city's hotels. The couple got out of the cab that had taken them there. People were slowly beginning to arrive. Mikasa, at no time, separated from Eren, who asked her to hold on to him tightly so as not to lose her in the crowd.

The volume of the ambient music was increasing as they approached the hall.

“I'm a little nervous,” Mikasa confessed, with a slight smile.

“It's normal to feel that way,” Eren replied, stroking her hand with his thumb in an attempt to reassure her. “But I'll be with you, and so will Armin.”

A wide smile came across Mikasa's face at hearing the blond's name. Ever since the altercation with Carly, Armin had been very attentive to her. He cared so much that, over time, they had forged a great friendship.

The room was very spacious and decorated with garlands of lights and hanging lamps in soft, warm tones. There were also signs with the company's logo, fresh flowers, and simple centerpieces on the high tables that people used to chat and rest their glasses and plates on. As for the menu, a cocktail was offered with assorted canapés and small desserts such as mousse, tartlets, and truffles. Drinks included wine, cava, and alcoholic and non-alcoholic cocktails.

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“Eren! Mikasa!” exclaimed Armin, rushing up to the couple. “It's good to see you.”

“Hi, Armin,” Mikasa and Eren replied in unison.

“Come on, let's go with the rest of the group; they are waiting for us,” the blond invited them. “Besides, we already know who will be the new model for the magazine.”

“Really?” asked Eren, surprised. He didn't expect them to choose someone so soon.

“Is it okay for me to meet her?” Mikasa interjected.

While she was happy to be together with Eren and Armin, she still felt like an outsider in this place.

“Don't worry, Mikasa,” said Armin, resting his left hand on her shoulder. “This girl is an old acquaintance from the magazine. Besides, she's very nice. I'm sure you'll get along fine.”

“And if things get complicated, you have me to protect you,” added Eren.

Mikasa, calmer, nodded with a smile and let the two boys guide her.

Arriving at the table, Reiner, Jean, and Connie came over to greet the couple enthusiastically.

“Hey, I'd like to say hello to Eren and his partner too,” a female voice complained.

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“Pieck?” asked Eren, surprised. The last he had heard of her, she was on a trip.

The named, who was standing behind Reiner, peeked out with a big smile on her face. Reiner, for his part, decided to stand back.

“Hi, Eren, did you miss me?” She greeted him with her usual calmness.

“Of course I did,” he said, hugging her for a few seconds. “How have you been?”

“I've been traveling back and forth. Although there are wonderful places, I'm exhausted,” she commented with a sigh. “Is she your girlfriend?” she asked shamelessly.

Mikasa and Eren tensed up. Deep down, they didn't mind that question, but they still didn't know how to react.

“We're friends,” Eren answered, to which Mikasa nodded shyly. “This is Mikasa, and... you should know she's blind,” he explained calmly.

“Nice to meet you, Mikasa,” said Pieck, shaking her hand. “You're a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you very much, you're very kind,” commented Mikasa. “And the pleasure is mine. I'm happy to meet Eren's friends.”

“Do you want something to drink?” asked Eren, approaching Mikasa.

“Cava tastes delicious; you should try it,” suggested Pieck.

“The truth is that I don't drink alcohol…”

“Relax, Mikasa,” interjected Connie. “There are non-alcoholic options, and they taste just as delicious. I say that from experience, I don't drink either.”

Mikasa arched her eyebrows in surprise. “In that case, I'll have some cava.”

“Perfect, I'll be right back,” said Eren, just before he left to get the drink.

Meanwhile, Pieck led Mikasa to the table to make her feel more included.

“Tell me, Mikasa, what do you do for a living?” she asked curiously.

“I'm helping my parents in the family fruit shop.”

“That sounds good. Which greengrocer's shop is it, if I may ask?”

“Ackerman's Greengrocer. It's about twenty minutes from here.”

“I always shopped there! How is it possible that we never met?”

“Maybe it's because I was in college or because, when you came, I was in the back room,” Mikasa replied with a chuckle. This coincidence helped her relax completely.

“It's possible,” she laughed too. “Next time I go, I'll ask for you.”

“And I'll be happy to take care of you.”

As Armin had predicted, Pieck and Mikasa hit it off quite well. Pieck kept asking her questions, and Mikasa was happy to answer them all. When Eren returned with the drinks and saw the scene, he was happy and proud of her for losing the fear and insecurity of being there.

The hall lights dimmed briefly, and a soft spotlight illuminated the center of the makeshift stage. A few seconds later, Erwin Smith positioned himself in front of the microphone. His elegant bearing and serene presence immediately captured the attention of everyone present. He was holding a glass of wine, although he was not drinking. His voice, firm and clear, broke the murmur of the atmosphere.

“Good evening, everyone,” he said with a look that swept the room with kindness and firmness. “First of all, thank you for being here. Tonight we are not only celebrating the anniversary of our publishing house but also the collective effort that has made the great success of our latest edition possible.”

Applause began to fill the room for a few seconds.

“I know the road has not always been easy. There have been tense moments, unexpected changes, and challenges that tested our character. But, as each of you has demonstrated, with teamwork, commitment, and passion, we can achieve all that we set out to do.”

He paused briefly, letting his words sink in.

“What makes me most proud of running this magazine is not the numbers or the external accolades,” he continued, “but the people behind every photograph, every layout, every written word, and every day of quiet effort.”

Several employees exchanged smiles, and Mikasa, upon hearing the word "photography," squeezed Eren's hand because she instantly remembered him. Although Mikasa was not the only one, Eren and the rest of his colleagues also felt alluded.

“Tonight is for you. To celebrate what we have achieved together and to toast to all that is yet to come. Thank you for trusting in this project and for contributing your talents day after day.”

Erwin raised his glass gracefully.

“To Jiyuu no Tsubasa. To the future. Cheers!”

The room erupted in applause and toasts as the music once again played softly in the background.

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The sound of music and murmuring filled the room again as soon as Erwin's speech ended. At one point in the party, Eren's group dispersed, leaving Eren alone with Mikasa.

“Eren,” she called to him in a soft tone, setting her empty cup down on the table, “can we go somewhere out of the way? I need to get away from the crowd for a moment.”

“Of course. We'll go to the balcony,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her outside.

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The fresh air caressed their bodies. Eren let out a sigh as he felt it.

“I admit I needed some air too,” he confessed, leaning his arms on the railing.

Mikasa nodded slightly, clinging to the railing as well.

“Your friends are nice. And so is Pieck,” she said calmly, breaking the small silence that had formed.

“Yes, they are. They're also very good workmates,” he replied, standing up straight. “Thank you very much for agreeing to come with me,” he added, with a slight blush.

“I'm the one who should thank you for inviting me,” she replied. “I'm having quite a good time, although I would have liked to see the decorations. It's the first time I've been to an event like this.”

“The decorations are fine; they're elegant, but…” He paused briefly, looking up at the night sky for a few seconds before looking back at her. “Tonight's sky is more beautiful. It's full of stars, and the moon is shining.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised. “I love starry nights... It's a pity I can't see it.”

“But you remember what they're like, don't you?” Mikasa nodded, “So you're seeing tonight's sky too, but through your memories. And I think that's great.”

A silence reigned in the atmosphere, both of them enjoying the breeze that was still present. Mikasa tightened her grip on the railing; she was nervous about what she wanted to do. It was an important step in her relationship with Eren.

She took a deep breath, loosened her grip, and turned to face him.

“Eren…” she called softly. “I'd like to tell you something important,” she announced, a slight tremor in her voice.

Eren turned to look at her, his head bowed slightly. “Sure, tell me. I'm all ears,” he answered calmly.

“Since I met you... my life has completely changed,” she began, trying to keep her composure. “You are the first person, outside my family and friends, who doesn't treat me with pity. Your voice soothes me, and being with you gives me so much peace.”

Eren listened to her silently, with undivided attention. Although he was serene, deep down, he also felt his heart racing.

“What I'm trying to tell you is that I…” She swallowed, clasping her hands together, trying not to cry. "I'm in love with you, Eren," he finally confessed. Tears began to slide down her cheeks. “I'm sorry,” she hurried to say as she tried to wipe them away. “I'm sorry that the girl who is not completely Japanese... and blind on top of that... is in love with you. I'm really sorry.” She repeated, letting out her fear and pain.

Eren slowly reached over, lifted Mikasa's chin, and tenderly stroked her cheeks, wiping away her tears.

“There is no reason for you to ask for forgiveness,” he said gently. “Neither your ancestry nor your blindness is or ever will be an obstacle to me.”

“Really?” Mikasa whispered, blushing, still in disbelief.

“Completely,” he said, with conviction. “That you are comfortable with me, and that you love me, is an honor I cannot describe.”

Silence returned for a moment. Eren looked down at her lips. And, overcome by the desire to close the distance between them, he leaned down and kissed her. It was a soft, warm kiss, charged with tenderness. For a long time he had dreamed of that moment, and now, at last, he was living it.

The kiss was broken just as gently, and they both smiled foolishly, standing in silence for a while, enjoying the moment.

“Do you want to go back inside?” Eren asked calmly.

“Yes, let's go back with the others,” she replied.

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Eren took Mikasa's hand again, leading her inside once more, where their friends were waiting for them at the same table they had been at before they parted.

“Where were you guys?” asked Jean, crossing his arms.

“For a moment I thought you were lost in the hall,” Connie commented.

“I thought they left without saying goodbye,” added Reiner.

“I'm sorry for not telling them,” said Eren, gently squeezing Mikasa's hand. “Mikasa wanted to go out for some air, so I went with her.”

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Mikasa nodded her head, reaffirming Eren's words. The party went on until after midnight. At one point, Mikasa discreetly massaged her feet: her shoes were starting to bother her after standing for so long.

“Are you all right?” asked Eren, worried.

“Yes, I'm fine,” she assured him with a slight smile so as not to alarm him. “I'm just tired, that's all.”

“Do you want me to walk you home, or would you rather sleep here?”

“But... I didn't bring money to pay for a room,” she replied sheepishly.

Eren chuckled at the answer.

“Don't worry about it, Mikasa. The company reserved rooms for anyone who needed them. I took one because my house is quite far from the hotel,” he explained calmly. “Do you want to stay overnight with me?”

Just uttering those words made his stomach tingle. Mikasa also felt a knot in her stomach. The very idea of sharing space with Eren that night made her nervous, but the deep desire to be close to him, to be skin to skin, was stronger.

Without hesitation, she nodded her head.

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Eren and Mikasa walked down the wide corridor of rooms, the only sound being the echo of their shoes. Arriving at the reserved room, Eren took out the card he was given at the front desk and, swiping it through the reader, opened the door.

“Ladies first,” he said in a low tone, stepping aside.

“Thank you very much,” she replied with a short smile as she entered the room.

“It's a large room,” he commented quietly as he closed the door. “To your right is the bathroom, to the left is a small table with a couple of chairs, and next to it is a sofa. Just in front of you is the bed, and at the back is a large window with thick white curtains.”

Mikasa walked slowly, guided by Eren's voice and her own senses. Her legs bumped into something soft, and, touching it with her right hand, she found that it was the mattress. Without a second thought, she took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Is it a big bed?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, I booked a room with a big bed on purpose,” he confessed. “But don't misunderstand, I didn't know you would agree to sleep here. The reason is that I move around too much when I sleep, and a small bed doesn't help me much,” he added with some embarrassment.

Mikasa let out a sweet laugh. She appreciated Eren's sincerity, even in such simple details as the size of the bed.

“Don't worry about that. I'll sleep on the couch, and you sleep on the bed so you can rest better.”

“You can sleep with me in the bed; it doesn't bother me,” she admitted with a blush.

Eren did not respond. He just swallowed saliva and tried to calm down. Mikasa, for her part, tapped gently on the mattress, inviting him to sit next to her. Eren didn't hesitate to accept.

“It's been a great night, and it's all thanks to you,” Eren commented, breaking the silence. “I don't usually go to these kinds of parties; I usually find them boring... but this one was definitely the best.”

“I'm glad to hear it. I feel it was a great night too. For a moment, I felt like a big shot.”

“But Mikasa, you're already important. At least, you are to me.”

Mikasa's heart skipped a beat. Eren was still being a good person to her, and she could never get enough of that. Even if she couldn't see it, her eyes remained fixed on his face, just as Eren's eyes gazed at her tenderly.

Words were not necessary. Just by slowly leaning in, they both knew what they wanted. A second later, their lips met in a new kiss.

That kiss was similar to the previous one, but the difference was in the intimacy of the place. Passion flowed more freely, prolonging that gesture of shared affection.

“Eren…” Mikasa whispered with bated breath.

“I'm sorry, I got carried away,” he apologized immediately. “I understand that you don't want to go any further.”

Mikasa shook her head. “It's not that, Eren,” she assured, “I want... I want to go further. But it's my first time, and I'm afraid.”

Eren understood instantly. He knew that everything was more complicated for her, especially if she couldn't see the person she was going to share that moment with.

“Don't move,” he asked softly, standing up just for a few seconds to take off his shirt and let his hair down.

“I know you're afraid too because you don't see me,” he said, sitting back down next to her. Mikasa nodded, with a slight blush on her cheeks.

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“Then look at me your way,” he whispered, guiding Mikasa's hands to his face. “You will see me through your hands.”

With delicacy and curiosity, Mikasa began to run her fingertips over the other's face. She also took the opportunity to stroke his hair, and a smile appeared on her face as she continued to "see" her companion.

“You have very soft skin,” she said soothingly.

“Thank you very much,” Eren replied with a slight smile. “To give you an idea, my eyes are green, my hair is brown, and as for my skin tone... it's a little darker than yours,” he explained softly, as Mikasa listened to him intently.

“It sounds like a perfect match.”

Eren took one of her hands and placed a kiss on it.

“Don't stop at just the face; you can caress further down,” he said, slowly guiding her hands to his chest.

Mikasa blushed. Although she liked touching Eren's torso, she felt a certain shyness, as if she was doing something wrong. However, she didn't hesitate to continue exploring him gently, letting the touch slowly reveal every corner of him to her.

The girl did not pass up the opportunity to continue exploring every line, every curve of his warm skin. Eren watched her silently, a soft smile on his lips. Never before had he felt as comfortable as he was now, exposed and vulnerable, but happy to share this moment with her.

“Is it okay like this?” Mikasa asked in a barely audible whisper. Eren ran his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him, erasing the distance that separated them.

“It's perfect,” he replied, placing a tender kiss on her cheek. “May I caress your skin?”

“I'd love it if you would,” Mikasa confessed calmly, no longer afraid as before. Touching him had given her confidence, and she felt her body respond with desire and tenderness at the same time.

Eren began by gently stroking Mikasa's arm, feeling the softness of her skin, and then his fingers slid down her back. Mikasa closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the moment. When the boy kissed her again, he did so gently and lovingly as he continued to study the female body with his fingertips.

Eren's lips descended to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses with every step. Mikasa shuddered all over, placing her hands on his chest again. The heat between them was growing, enveloping them in a warm desire to merge into one being.

“Eren…” she murmured between a sigh. Eren looked at her tenderly.

“We'll go slowly. If you feel uncomfortable or don't like something, tell me and I'll stop,” he said quietly, to which Mikasa nodded briefly.

Together, they began to undress calmly, without haste, without leaving aside those soft caresses and kisses full of love. No words were needed.

The kisses became deeper, the caresses more intimate. When their bodies finally joined, Mikasa let out a soft moan, covering her mouth with her right hand.

“Are you okay?” Eren asked, worried that he had hurt her unintentionally.

“Yes, I'm better than ever,” she replied softly, accompanying her words with a sweet smile.

Eren smiled too, placing a kiss on her forehead before moving again, slowly at first, respecting her rhythm, until Mikasa, with small gestures, allowed him to increase the intensity.

Their breaths intermingled as their bodies adjusted to each other, building between them an even stronger and more intimate bond.

When their bodies finally came to rest, Eren wrapped Mikasa in his arms. She rested her face on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. They didn't need to see to know: they were made for each other.

Chapter Text

It was Saturday morning; the day was warm and sunny. Eren—who was finally on vacation—and Mikasa were sitting at the bar. They were both having breakfast at Niccolo and Sasha's restaurant, as usual. The sound of the coffee machine stopped as soon as Sasha checked that the brown liquid was ready to be poured into a cup.

“Here's your coffee, Eren,” she said calmly, placing the cup on the bar. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you very much, Sasha,” he thanked her with a smile.The girl nodded slightly, leaving them alone as soon as a new customer entered the bar.

“Do you want me to accompany you to your appointment at the hospital?” Eren asked calmly as he added sugar to his coffee.

“It's not necessary," she answered after drinking from her coffee cup. “My father is going to accompany me; besides, it will be something quick... I hope so.” She giggled at the last thing she said.

Eren couldn't help but laugh too; he didn't visit hospitals very often, but he knew perfectly well how endless and boring waiting to be treated could be.

“I'll be at home checking my photographic equipment, so when you get back from the hospital, let me know and I'll come and pick you up, is that okay?”

“Of course, I'll let you know as soon as it's all over,” she assured him with a smile.

Niccolo, being in charge of the kitchen, used to be locked up there all the time. However, he used to show up in the establishment every time he had to pick up an order or simply take out an empty box that he would leave at the side of the bar to throw it away later, as was the case at that moment.

“Well, what a surprise to see you here.” The blond greeted them in a cheerful tone and approached the couple at a slow pace.

“Good morning, Niccolo,” Mikasa replied with a broad smile.

“How's everything going?” asked Eren.

“Everything is great,” said Niccolo. “And how are you guys doing? Sasha told me that you're a couple.”

“Everything is going great between us,” replied Mikasa with a slight blush on her cheeks. Eren nodded his head.

“Hey, don't talk about dating without me,” said Sasha, feigning annoyance, approaching the group.

“Don't get angry, Sasha; we always talk about this topic with you.” Mikasa let out an amused chuckle. 

“I know, but I always want to know everything.” The brunette excused herself, crossing her arms. “Although now that I remember... How long have you two been dating? I never remember it.” She added, pouting for being so absent-minded.

“Last week was our first month,” Eren reported, holding his partner's hand tightly.

After paying for breakfast, the couple left the establishment holding hands. While waiting for the arrival of the girl's father, they enjoyed the warmth of the weather.

“I'm a little nervous,” Mikasa confessed, breaking the silence.

“Why? I thought it would be a visit like any other,” answered Eren, somewhat confused.

“It's been a year since my accident, and I'm afraid it hasn't gotten any better,” she whispered, letting out a melancholy sigh.

Eren gently stroked her back, trying to cheer her up.

“I'm sure everything will be fine; don't be afraid,” he said with a small smile on his face.

Mikasa said nothing; she simply turned to hug Eren, hiding her face in his chest. He, for his part, did not hesitate to reciprocate the embrace.

“I love you,” she whispered, squeezing him a little tighter.

“I love you too,” Eren replied softly, placing a fleeting kiss on her head.

Looking up, Eren noticed a familiar male figure slowly approaching them.

“Your father is here,” he announced calmly.Mikasa undid the embrace as Eren helped her turn to face her father.

“Hi, guys,” the man greeted, hugging his daughter briefly before shaking Eren's hand. “Sorry I'm late; someone had a little accident with their car, and there was some traffic,” he explained calmly, then looked at his daughter. “Ready to go to the hospital?”

Mikasa nodded with a smile. “We were waiting for you.”

“Will you come with us?” asked Mr. Ackerman.

“No, I'll stay at home checking my photography equipment,” Eren replied. “Although I told Mikasa to let me know when she returned home.”

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Mr.Ackerman nodded. “I understand; I'll see you later then.”

Eren and Mikasa kissed each other on the lips before she got into the car. Already inside, Mikasa raised her hand to say goodbye, a gesture that Eren reciprocated until the car disappeared from his field of vision.

A sigh escaped the boy's lips. Mikasa wasn't the only one who was nervous about what the doctor might say to him; he was a nervous wreck too. So he walked briskly home, eager to get right to examining his cameras in an attempt to distract himself.

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The cold hit him in the neck as soon as he closed the door of his house. Normally he felt comfortable and protected in his home, but not today, because in his mind his girlfriend was still present.

He walked slowly up the stairs, heading towards the room exclusively for his photographic equipment. From a closet he took out a case somewhat worn by the passage of time, and from there he extracted his old camera—the first one he used when he started in the world of photography. Patiently he began to disassemble it, checking the condition of each piece meticulously.

The maximum concentration on his camera was a pure facade, because his mind was still focused on Mikasa. Every five minutes he looked at his phone to check if there was a new message, but there was no sign of any.

“I must calm down,” he whispered to himself, touching the bridge of his nose.

If he didn't calm down, he would end up smashing the camera he was about to reassemble after checking that all the parts were in perfect condition.

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Half an hour had passed since Mikasa and her father returned from the hospital. The tense and sad atmosphere filled the living room, mingling with a heavy silence. None of the three dared to speak. Mikasa, who was sitting on the couch next to her mother, had her head down, her eyes fixed on the folder where the results of the clinical tests rested.

“So... Was it a lie that Mikasa could regain her sight?” asked the mother in a serious tone, finally breaking the silence. “Either that, or they'd rather our daughter go blind, as if it would be easy to live like that.”

“Something like that…” muttered the man, still unable to assimilate the news.

“Did you notify Eren?” asked the woman in a softer tone as she stroked her daughter's arm.

“Yes, I told him as soon as we arrived,” Mikasa answered quietly.

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Mr. Ackerman's eyes opened wide when he heard Eren's name. As if by a miracle, he remembered the conversation he had with him at their first meeting.

“Maybe we can get a second opinion,” he commented, with some hope.Mother and daughter looked up at him, curious.

“Do you remember the first time we met, Eren?”

“Of course, I remember it perfectly, but I don't understand what it has to do with all this,” answered the woman, even more confused.

“He told me that his father was a doctor. I thought we could tell him about Mikasa's case and ask him for a second opinion.”

Silence returned to the room as mother and daughter pondered the proposal.

“It sounds good to me,” Mikasa finally said. “I'll tell Eren about it when he comes in.”

“I think it's a good idea too. After all, we have nothing to lose, right?”

Father and daughter nodded in unison.

“I just want to ask you one thing,” Mikasa added, catching her parents' attention again. “I want to go and ask Eren's father for a second opinion myself. After all, if the operation turns out to be an option, I will be the one to go into surgery.”

Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman exchanged a silent glance. Finally, they both smiled and nodded at the same time.

“We think that's right,” they said in unison.

“Thank you very much,” Mikasa thanked them, smiling.

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The sound of the doorbell broke the familiar atmosphere. Mrs. Ackerman rose from the sofa without a second's hesitation. When she opened the door, she smiled.

“Hello, Eren,” she greeted calmly. “Come in, don't just stand there,” she added, moving to the side.

Eren nodded slightly, stepping inside the house.

“Sorry, I didn't bring anything; I was so focused on coming as soon as possible that I completely forgot,” he said, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Don't worry about it, Eren,” she replied quickly, playing down the matter. “Mikasa is in the living room,” she informed him, leading him to the mentioned place.

As soon as he reached the living room, both Mikasa's father and the girl herself greeted the boy animatedly. However, Eren noticed a certain tension in the air; he knew the reason as soon as he took a seat on the sofa, next to his girlfriend.

“Let me get this straight,” Eren said, rejoining slightly. “Mikasa's situation hasn't worsened, but even though the operation was raised as a small hope, now the doctors don't see it as such. Is that right?”

“That's right. And the truth is that I didn't take it very well,” Mikasa confessed.

“The thing is, after we talked it over,” she continued, “we thought we could ask your father for a second opinion, if it's not too much trouble.”

Eren let out a small laugh at the other's comment.

“Trouble? Not at all. I'm here to help you. In fact, I remember telling your father that if you needed medical help, you could tell me. Do you remember that?” he asked, looking at Mr. Ackerman.

The man nodded a couple of times.

“I remembered our conversation too, so I suggested asking for a second opinion as an option,” he added.

“Decided then, we'll ask my father for a second opinion,” Eren replied, standing up hopefully. “If you'll excuse me, I'll call him right away. I promise I won't be long in giving you an answer,” he said with a smile, as he searched his cell phone for his father's contact.

Two minutes later, Eren returned to the living room with a calm face.

“I have good news,” he announced, immediately receiving the family's attention. “My father told me he'd be happy to help; we can even go see him right now, if you like.”

“Really?” Mikasa asked, surprised by the news.

“That's wonderful. Eren, thank you very much,” the woman thanked, calmer than before.

“You don't have to thank me at all. And yes, that's true, but my father asked me to bring the medical reports, if you have them.”

Mikasa, who had not separated from her folder, carefully stood up, showing it.

“I have everything here,” she reported. “If you don't mind, I'd like to go see him right now.”

“No problem for me,” Eren assured her, smiling at her.

“I'm sure we'll have good news this time. I have a hunch,” commented Mr. Ackerman, who accompanied the couple to the exit with his wife.

“Be careful on the way there and back,” the woman asked tenderly.

“Don't worry, Mrs. Ackerman, we'll be careful,” promised Eren, as Mikasa nodded along with him.

“I promise I'll tell you everything Dr. Jaeger tells me as soon as the visit is over,” Mikasa added with determination.

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The ride to the consultation room was quiet, although Eren kept glancing sideways at his partner to make sure she was all right. Mikasa, for her part, clutched the folder tightly to her chest, as if she carried all her hopes in it.

When they arrived at the hospital, Eren grabbed her hand to help her up the stairs to the entrance and across the lobby. As soon as they knocked on the door of the consulting room, a warm and familiar voice welcomed them.

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“Come in,” said Grisha from the other side.

Eren opened the door, and, without letting go of her, they entered the office. Seeing them, Grisha gave a soft smile and got up from his desk.

“Hello, Mikasa. It is a pleasure to meet you at last,” he greeted in a friendly tone. “You may take a seat if you like.”

“Good morning,” she replied, sitting down in the chair Eren indicated.Grisha shook his son's hand with a proud gesture before taking a seat across from them.

“Eren told me about your case and about your desire to get a second medical opinion,” commented Grisha.

“That's right, he also told me to bring the medical reports,” she replied in a soft tone, handing him the folder.

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Grisha received the folder, which he opened, beginning to leaf through the medical reports, imaging tests, and previous diagnoses. He frowned slightly as he read, concentrating. Eren couldn't help but fidget in his chair, anxious. Mikasa kept her hands folded in her lap, waiting patiently.

After a few minutes, Grisha gently closed the folder and placed it on the desk.

“I have read everything carefully,” he began. “And indeed, the initial diagnosis spoke of reversible neurological damage. However…” He paused briefly. “I see that the doctors who have treated you have been very conservative with their evaluations.”

“Is that bad?” Eren asked, frowning.

“Not necessarily,” replied Grisha. “It means that, perhaps out of prudence or lack of expertise in certain procedures, they haven't considered all the options.”

He looked at Mikasa kindly before continuing:

“From what I have read and considering the type of trauma you suffered, there is a real possibility of trying a specific surgical intervention. I don't promise you a perfect result,” he said seriously, “but your chances of recovering partial or full vision are greater than your current doctors have led you to believe,” he added, adjusting his glasses. “Just so you understand me better... we are talking about seventy percent.”

A silence settled in the room.

Mikasa tightened the edges of her skirt, feeling her heart racing. She hadn't expected such a high amount.

“Really?” she asked quietly.Grisha smiled tenderly.

“Yes, Mikasa. There is not only a chance: there is a medical reason to try it. Of course, making the decision is entirely up to you,” he added softly.

Eren, unable to contain himself, placed his hand on Mikasa's and squeezed it tightly, conveying his full support without the need for words.Mikasa smiled shyly and nodded.

“I'd like to try,” she whispered.

“Good. The first step will be to do a new high-resolution brain CT scan. From there we'll evaluate all the details before scheduling anything.”

“And when could that second CT scan be done?” Eren asked.

“I could try to schedule it for tomorrow at noon, or, if you prefer first thing in the morning, it would have to be the day after tomorrow. It's up to you, Mikasa.”

“I'll choose tomorrow's appointment,” she replied quickly. “You will take my case, won't you?” she asked with some concern.

He was the only doctor who had given her enough reason not to give up, and she wanted her case in his hands.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it myself,” he confirmed calmly.

Mikasa smiled broadly; her chest filled with a comforting warmth from the immense happiness she felt at that moment. Eren couldn't help but smile tenderly; at this moment, he was happy that his father was a doctor and had restored Mikasa's hope.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Jaeger. I don't know how I can ever thank you for all this,” she said, bowing slightly in gratitude.

“My job is not only to heal, it's also to help,” he added with a smile. “See you tomorrow.”

Mikasa nodded her head, reaching for Eren's hand. The boy, for his part, did not hesitate to grab it and get up at the same time she did.

“Thanks for everything, Dad,” Eren interjected, to which Grisha replied with a proud smile.

“Be careful on the way home,” he added, bringing out his fatherly side.

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On the way home, Mikasa could not hide her joy after leaving the practice. She was so happy that, at one point, she started humming a made-up song.

“It looks like this consultation was satisfactory for you,” said Eren, with an amused laugh.

“Of course it did; your father was the one who brought my hopes back,” she replied, smiling broadly.

The couple was greeted by Mrs. Ackerman, who smiled at the sight of their cheerful faces.

“Welcome back,” said the woman. “I guess you bring good news.”

“That's right, Mom.”

“Then don't just stand there, come in,” the matriarch invited. “By the way, Eren, would you like to stay for dinner? I made leftover food.”

“Sure, I'd love to,” he agreed without hesitation.

Once gathered for dinner, both Eren and Mikasa explained to her parents everything that Dr. Jaeger had told them after reviewing the medical reports. Both parents were surprised to hear the success rate.

“Did he really tell you seventy percent?” Mr. Ackerman asked, still in disbelief.

“Yes, that's the number he mentioned,” Mikasa confirmed. “Still, he recommended a second CT scan, and I chose tomorrow's appointment at noon.”

“That's wonderful, Mikasa!” exclaimed her mother, clasping her hands together. “Will you go alone?” she asked more calmly.

“I'd like one of you to come with me. Although I could also ask Sasha if she's free tomorrow.”

Both the girl's parents and Eren looked at each other.

“I'm still on vacation, so I'm available,” Eren interjected.

“Then it's decided, Eren will accompany you,” Mikasa's father answered, leaving the couple somewhat surprised.

“We would love to accompany you, but tomorrow the orders arrive and someone has to stay in the greengrocer's shop,” added Mrs. Ackerman. “But I promise that on the day of your operation we will all be with you.”

Mikasa smiled broadly as she nodded in agreement.

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After dinner, the four of them sat on the sofa, chatting and enjoying a cup of hot tea. The atmosphere was cheerful and warm until Mikasa looked down, showing a serious face.

“I would like to confess something,” she said, catching the attention of the rest. “I am happy that I have a high chance of recovering my sight, but I am afraid.”

“Afraid?” asked her mother gently.

Mikasa nodded.

“I've always been aware that my physical memory of the people I meet has changed over time. But I've also met people when I was already blind... and I've created an image for myself that is perhaps too idealized.” She paused briefly. “What I mean is that I'm afraid of seeing Eren... and that everything will change.”

Tears began to run down her cheeks, and she hurried to wipe them away.

“Sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize, Mikasa,” her father said firmly. “It's normal to feel that way.”

Eren was silent for a few seconds. He didn't blame her. He would be afraid too if he were in her place.

“Listen, Mikasa…” he said softly, stroking her hands with his thumbs. “I don't know how handsome you imagine me to be, nor can I assure you that I'll charm you physically... but I can promise you one thing: I'll still be me. And if I have to make you fall in love again, I will. Because I love you, with or without you being able to see me.”

Mikasa gave a small smile. The fear was still there, but knowing that Eren would still be by her side made it more bearable.

“I love you,” she whispered, setting the cup down on the table and hugging her partner tightly.

“I love you too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her tenderly as he stroked her back.

Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman said nothing, but their faces reflected pride, understanding, and affection for their daughter... and for the man at her side.

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The day of the second CT scan had arrived. Mikasa was finishing dressing, while Eren was waiting for her in the foyer.

“Ready?” he asked with a smile.

Mikasa nodded with another smile, clutching her folder once again, and with her free hand she reached for Eren's hand. During the ride there was a quiet silence, which they sometimes broke with small talk.

Arriving at the hospital, they approached the reception desk to check in and then took a seat in the waiting room. The room was spacious, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with that of cheap coffee quickly settled in their nostrils. Mikasa began to move her legs quickly. She was nervous, but this time out of excitement: she felt like everything was going to be different.

Eren leaned towards her, looking down at her with a calm smile.

“Don't be afraid. Everything will be fine,” he said calmly.

“I know, I'm just excited,” she replied with a light laugh.

“Mikasa Ackerman.” A nurse called from the hallway.

Mikasa got up with the help of Eren, who picked up the folder before speaking to her again.

“I'll be here when you leave. I promise,” he murmured, fleetingly kissing her lips. “I'll see you soon.”

The test took no longer than expected, though for Eren it was an eternity. He paced the waiting room, glanced at the clock over and over again, mentally reviewed the medical reports he already knew by heart, and even stopped to look out the window without really seeing anything.

When Mikasa returned, Eren went straight to her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Like I just got off a roller coaster,” she replied, giggling. “But it's done.”

Grisha met them in his office a short time later. He had reviewed the new images, and as he ushered them in, he looked at them seriously, though his eyes were calm.

“I have seen the results,” he began, “and I have good news. There is a small localized lesion in the left optic nerve. It is very specific and operable. If all goes well, the surgery could restore some or even all of your vision.”

Mikasa froze. The doctor's words echoed in her mind like a distant echo. Eren squeezed her hand gently.

“When would the operation be?” he asked for her.

“As soon as Mikasa decides. But first, I recommend that you talk to a professional I work with: Dr. Hanji Zoe. She is a clinical psychologist and has accompanied many patients in processes like this. I know she can help you prepare mentally and emotionally for what's ahead.”

Mikasa nodded slowly.

“Besides, I have spoken with her, and she told me that she has appointments available this afternoon. So, depending on how the sessions go, we could schedule the operation.”

“I'm fine with that,” Mikasa replied. “I don't have anything pending today, and I'd like the operation to be as soon as possible... although I'm a little afraid,” she confessed quietly, a little embarrassed.

Eren placed his left hand on her leg, caressing it gently to convey support.

“It's normal to be afraid. All operations have risks, but you'll be in good hands. Besides, the success rate is high,” he assured her gently.

“Thank you very much, Dr. Jaeger,” Mikasa thanked him, smiling broadly and sincerely.

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In the early afternoon of that same day, Mikasa went down to the psychology and psychiatry area, where she had her appointment with Hanji. Once again, Eren escorted her to the door.

“I'm sorry for having to leave you alone. I'll try to come back as soon as possible, although I warned Sasha in case I can't come,” said Eren, in a hurry and annoyed with himself for having to attend to a work matter in his vacation period. However, he couldn't refuse. After all, he was the photographer, and he had to be the one to review the magazine cover print.

“Don't apologize, I understand perfectly,” Mikasa replied with a sympathetic smile. “Besides, you're doing a lot for me, so I can't be angry about it.”

After the farewell, Mikasa remained seated, patiently waiting to be called. Minutes after Eren's departure, a tall woman with brown hair casually pulled back and wearing round glasses approached the place where Mikasa was sitting at a slow pace.

The psychologist noticed her presence and, noticing that she was blind, immediately knew it was her patient.

“Good morning,” she greeted politely, approaching Mikasa. “You must be Mikasa, right?”

“That's right, I am Mikasa,” she confirmed with a smile.

“Great, I'm Hanji, your new psychologist,” she introduced herself quickly. “Sorry to keep you waiting; I've been finishing my lunch,” she excused herself.

“Don't worry, I didn't wait too long.”

“Can you walk to the office by yourself, or would you prefer me to help you?” Hanji asked.

“I can get up by myself, but if it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to help me. I don't know the place, so I need someone to guide me,” she commented as she got up on her own.

“Sure, I'll help you,” Hanji said calmly, taking the other's hand and guiding her into the office. She even helped Mikasa to take a seat.

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Before the first session began, Hanji took a small notebook and pen from her desk before taking a seat across from her patient. The woman crossed her legs, using one of them as a support as she wrote.

“Well, Mikasa. Dr. Jaeger told me that you had a medical test, which confirms that an operation is the best solution to your problem,” she began to speak calmly, but maintaining her professional seriousness. Mikasa, for her part, nodded her head at every word.

Hanji scanned Mikasa with her eyes; the girl was nervous, and the psychologist could tell right away from her tense posture.

“Listen, Mikasa, you don't have to be afraid,” she said more softly. “We are here to help you. Besides, you have to know that it is normal to feel this way, and my job is to accompany you in this process, to help you face your new reality. After all, you were quite a long time without seeing, or am I wrong?”

“No, you're not wrong,” she confirmed, relaxing her body. “The accident that blinded me happened a year ago.”

Despite being privy to such information, Hanji noted Mikasa's words.

“In that case, let's start at the beginning. From what you tell me, Mikasa, how did you feel the day you were blinded?”

Mikasa swallowed, letting out a sigh at the question.

“I was sad, but my strongest emotion was anger because I didn't like the idea of being dependent on my parents again,” she confessed calmly.

She was aware that she had matured in that respect because if Hanji's session had been the day she had that accident, she would probably be crying right now.

“It's a more common feeling than we think. What about your parents? How did they react to your dislike of being dependent?”

“They felt very sad, they didn't like my reaction, and even my friend Sasha, who accompanied me that day, felt the same way they did,” she answered, playing with her fingers. “However, they were all there for me; I know they were aware of the normality of my attitude because they didn't leave me alone for a moment.”

A quiet silence settled in the room, which was broken by the sound of the pen tracing the notebook paper.

“How did you become independent?” She asked. “Did you go to therapy?”

Mikasa denied.

“This is my first time in therapy,” she confessed. “I became independent thanks to my loved ones. Marco, another of my friends, installed a screen-reading app for me, and I can use my cell phone without any problem. Sasha helped me to read and write Braille; even my parents learned it, and they put Braille on the product labels so I can continue to help with the family business.”

“What business does your family have?”

“It's a fruit shop,” she replied with a smile.

Hanji nodded slightly, going back to taking notes.

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In the following talks, Mikasa told her everything that had happened to her so far: how it felt to achieve her independence despite her blindness, the moment she met and became Eren's girlfriend, and even the little altercation she had with Carly.

“You know, Mikasa? You're a very strong and brave girl, and that's to be admired,” Hanji said calmly.

“Thank you very much,” she replied, somewhat embarrassed and with slightly flushed cheeks.

“Before we finish the session, I'd like to know how you feel about the operation. Are you afraid?”

Mikasa was silent for a few seconds. She knew that this question would come sooner or later, but she had not yet thought through her answer.

“I'm a little afraid,” she confessed, “but what really terrifies me is not the operation…” She paused, shaking her head gently. “It's seeing Eren. To have him in front of me and have my feelings change.”

“Considering you met him without being able to see him and built up a mental image of him, it's completely normal to have that fear. Tell me, though, Mikasa... Do you think Eren deserves to be rejected simply because he has a physique that doesn't fit that image?”

Silence fell in the room. The question struck a chord. Mikasa put a hand to her chest, closing her fingers tightly, as if trying to calm the pang of anguish that ran through her as she imagined that scenario.

“No. Absolutely not,” she said firmly. “Eren has always been loving, caring, and understanding with me. If I were to break his heart... he'd never forgive me,” she added, her voice cracking with barely a whisper.

“Then we'll work on that,” Hanji said, making a note. “How to manage that worry about his appearance and your emotions. Have you confessed that fear to him?”

“Yes. I did yesterday.”

“And how did he react?”

“He was surprised, but he told me not to worry. That he will love me anyway, and that if I had to fall in love with him again, he would do it without hesitation.” A small smile formed on her lips at the memory.

Hanji smiled at the response, pleased with the bond of trust that was beginning to be forged.

“Eren sounds like an exceptional person,” she commented, “but the important thing now is that you feel confident in yourself, no matter what comes your way. And for that, we'll be working together.”

Mikasa nodded decisively.

“Thank you for listening to me,” she said, her voice firmer than at the beginning.

“We'll meet again soon, before the operation. I want to make sure you arrive with a calm heart, not just a prepared body.”

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Mikasa calmly stood up and walked towards the door. As she left the consultation room, she let out a sigh of relief and sketched a smile that lasted for a few seconds. She felt calmer than before, and chatting with Hanji had been truly satisfying, like a powerful injection of hope and faith.

“Mikasa!” Sasha called as she approached her friend.

Mikasa turned around at the sound of the voice. “Hi, Sasha. I'm so glad you're here,” she said, hugging the brunette quickly.

“Eren told me to come and get you, although I guess you already knew that,” she replied with a giggle. Mikasa nodded with a smile.

Both friends left the hospital while Mikasa updated Sasha with all the medical news. Sasha, clinging to her friend's arm, listened attentively to every detail.

“You know? I'm so happy that finally a doctor has given you a hopeful result. You're lucky your boyfriend's father is a doctor.”

“I am, too,” she replied cheerfully. “Will you come on the day of the operation?”

“Of course I will. I'll be here when you have the operation, or at least to visit you afterwards,” she assured her. “But I'll be dressed beautifully so that when you see me, you'll be surprised by my beauty.”

Mikasa let out an amused laugh at her friend's comment.

“Sasha, you've always been beautiful, and I'm sure you still are.”

“Oh, Mikasa, you're a sweetheart!” exclaimed Sasha, hugging her tightly and rubbing her cheek against hers.

“Yes, yes, I love you too, Sasha,” Mikasa laughed as she gently patted him on the back.

That night, the room was completely silent. Only the faint murmur of the wind could be heard coming through the half-open window. Eren and Mikasa lay in bed, cuddled together under the covers. Neither said anything, as if they were afraid to break the peace of the moment.

Mikasa had her head resting on Eren's chest, feeling the serene rhythm of his heart. Her hand rested on his torso, clinging to him as if to ward off any fear.

“Eren?” she whispered.

“Yes?” he answered, stroking her hair.

“If I open my eyes tomorrow and see you and react badly... please don't be angry.”

Eren let out a sigh, squeezing her tightly in his arms.

“Everything will be all right. Don't torture yourself with that thought anymore, okay?”

Mikasa rubbed her face against his chest, clinging even tighter.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered, feeling foolish for letting herself get carried away by a fear she didn't want to have.

Eren smiled softly as he stroked her back tenderly.

“Don't apologize. I'll never be mad at you, and I'll be here. Always.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sleep now. Today was a tiring day.”

Mikasa did not respond. Instead, she nodded silently and closed her eyes, letting herself be cradled by the warmth of Eren's body. He, for his part, did the same. And so, amidst the murmur of the wind and the shared warmth, they both fell asleep.

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Eren, Sasha, and Mikasa's parents were there, accompanying Mikasa. She, in her white gown, walked with her loved ones through the long corridors of the hospital. A strange feeling hung in the air, a mixture of hope and fear.

Mikasa squeezed Eren's hand tightly. He said nothing, just smiled softly at her as he brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.

“We'll be here when it's all over,” he promised her in a low, firm voice.

“I know,” she replied, forcing a smile, hiding her nerves.

Arriving in the waiting room before the operating room, the family took a seat as they waited for Mikasa to be called. Hanji approached her. She had a folder under her arm and a more serene face than usual. She didn't say anything at first, just sat down next to her and took her free hand.

“Are you ready, Mikasa?” she asked with that warmth of hers that enveloped without overwhelming. “Whatever happens today, you've already taken a brave step.”

The girl nodded. “Thank you for being here.”

A nurse then came in and called the girl's name. Eren kissed her on the forehead, stroking her hair one last time before releasing her hand.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“And I love you,” she answered in a trembling voice.

It was then that Mikasa walked through the operating room door. The sound of her footsteps against the floor echoed in the hallway like a long echo, as if she was accompanied by all the emotions she did not say out loud.

The white light of the operating room was so bright that it made her squint, an uncomfortable feeling that only added to her anxiety. She was asked to lie down on the gurney while the monitors were placed and the anesthesia was prepared.

“Count backwards from ten,” the nurse told her in a soft voice.

Mikasa took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought of Eren's voice, of his embrace, of the promise to meet again. Of seeing everyone again.

“Ten... nine... eight…”

And then, everything went black.

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Meanwhile, in the waiting room, silence reigned among those present. Hanji had her hands in the pockets of her robe. Sasha was sitting cross-legged, fiddling with her fingers. Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman stood side by side, the mother with her hands folded in her lap and the father with his arms crossed, trying to steady himself.

Eren paced back and forth, as if his legs were failing him. Anguish tightened his chest, unable to keep still.

“It's normal to feel this way,” Hanji said, breaking the silence. “Operations like this usually take a long time, but Dr. Jaeger is very careful. Mikasa is in good hands.”

“I know…” whispered Eren, pausing. He ran his hand through his hair and then looked back at the operating room door. “I just... I can't help but think about what it's going to be like when she wakes up.”

“Are you afraid?” asked the psychologist calmly, crossing her arms.

Eren let out a nervous chuckle. “It's ironic that from the first moment I told Mikasa not to be afraid to see me, and now I'm the one who's afraid to be seen. I look like an idiot.”

“No, Eren. You're not an idiot. You're just being human,” said Hanji in a firm but understanding tone. “That fear has been with you from the beginning, and now that it's about to see you, it's bound to get stronger.”

“Really?”

Hanji nodded with a smile. “The important thing is that you were with her every step of the way,” she replied. “She won't forget that, no matter what she sees.”

“Hanji's right,” Sasha raised her head, meeting Eren and Hanji's gazes. “Mikasa is a very grateful girl. Besides, she's more interested in people's hearts than in their physiques. I know it sounds cliché, but I've been her friend for years, and I've seen this with my own eyes.”

The girl's parents nodded in unison, affirming the brunette's words.

“My daughter is strong,” Mr. Ackerman interjected, though his voice barely trembled. “But like Eren, I can't help but worry. It pains me that I can't do more for her.”

“They supported her from day one,” Sasha added in a soft voice. “Mikasa knows that, appreciates that. And that's why she's come this far.”

Hanji nodded. “In one of our sessions, Mikasa told me that she's not here just for what she wants to see, but for everything she feels. And that has more power than any fear.”

Eren dropped into one of the chairs, as if his legs were failing him, letting out a long sigh, his chest tightening as if every breath was an effort.

“They're probably right, and I shouldn't be afraid, but if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I just want Mikasa to be happy,” he assured. “And if when she wakes up I'm not who she expected... I'll have to start all over again. I don't care. I'll do it a thousand times if I have to. That was my promise, and I will keep it.”

Hanji smiled warmly at him.

“That, Eren, is love too. And Mikasa knows that better than anyone.”

The group fell silent again, this time with a lighter tension.

None of them said a word; they just stood there waiting for further news. However, the silence was interrupted when Marco arrived in the waiting room.

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“Marco!” exclaimed Sasha, happy to see her friend, whom she did not hesitate to greet with a big hug. “It's good to see you.”

“Hello, Sasha,” he replied, returning the hug. “Is Mikasa still in the operating room?” he asked calmly, observing the girl's parents and Eren, who also approached to greet him.

“She's been in for quite some time,” reported Mrs. Ackerman.

“By the way, Marco,” said Eren, leading him to Hanji. “This is Hanji, Mikasa's psychologist.”

“Nice to meet you, Marco,” she replied cheerfully, shaking his hand. “I guess you're the famous friend who helped her with her cell phone.”

“That's right, I helped Mikasa use her cell phone again,” confirmed the freckled one with a smile. “And the pleasure is mine, doctor.”

Almost two hours passed until the door of the operating room opened with a slight creak, making everyone get up from their seats quickly. Grisha appeared with his surgical mask pulled down to his chin and a calm expression on his face. He took off his gloves and walked towards them with a firm and serene step.

“How is he?” Eren asked instantly, unable to contain himself.

Grisha looked at them one by one before answering:

“The operation was a success.”

A collective sigh filled the hallway. Sasha covered her mouth with her hands, Mikasa's parents hugged, Marco put a hand on Eren's shoulder in congratulation, and Eren smiled back, grateful for the gesture.

“We found the injury right where we expected it,” Grisha continued. “We were able to remove it without complications. There was no bleeding or further damage. Mikasa is in recovery and will soon be taken to a restroom.”

“When will she know if she can see?” asked her mother, her voice trembling.

“We will know as soon as she wakes up. At first it's normal for her vision to be blurry or for her to need to adjust, but everything indicates that she will be able to see.”

“Thank you…” Eren whispered, his eyes moist. “Thank you, Dad.”

Grisha smiled tenderly at him.

“Now the most important thing is to be with her when she wakes up. That moment will be as big as it is delicate, and I hope you are prepared.”

They all nodded in unison, their faces lit up with hope and excitement. There was still the reunion with Mikasa, but at least the hardest part was behind them.

“Hanji is coming with us?” Sasha asked intrigued, looking at the psychologist. “I just liked her.”

An amused chuckle escaped the lips of those present. Thanks to Sasha's sincerity, the atmosphere relaxed completely.

“You are very kind, Sasha,” Hanji replied with a smile, “But yes, I will go with you. As Dr. Jaeger said, now comes the most delicate moment, and emotions will play an extremely important role for both you and her,” she explained in a serious and professional tone. “Of course, I will leave you alone as soon as everything is calmer.”

“Is it possible that I'll be the last one to see Mikasa?” Eren asked. He still felt that fear of being seen.

“Are you sure? Wouldn't it be better if you were the first to see her?” Marco questioned.

“Whether Eren is the last to see Mikasa or the first is fine with me,” Hanji interjected. “However, I'll help you prepare for that meeting.”

Eren nodded decisively.

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The warm evening light filtered through the curtains of the room. The silence was absolute, except for the faint beeping of the monitors and the faint sound of Mikasa's breathing.

Slowly, her eyelids began to flutter. With an effort, she opened them.

Everything was a blurry mix of light and shadow. She blinked several times, feeling her heart begin to race. Then, a figure approached her side. A familiar face.

“Mikasa…” the woman whispered in a broken voice. “Can you see me?”

Mikasa stared at her. Although everything was still a bit hazy, she could make out her features: the shape of her hair, her sweet eyes full of tears. She let out a small, half-hearted sigh, nodding as tears of happiness ran down her cheeks. She couldn't believe she was seeing her mother again.

“Of course you are,” she replied with a smile. “You're still as beautiful as ever,” she added, hugging her mother tightly.

“I hope you still think I'm beautiful too,” Mr. Ackerman interjected, chuckling.

Mikasa smiled broadly at the sight of her father, whom she did not hesitate to hug as well.

“You're beautiful too, Dad.”

“But you're more so,” he whispered, placing a kiss on her cheek.

Hanji stood in the room, watching Mikasa's reaction carefully. A smile spread across her face as she saw that everything had been a success.

“Hello, Mikasa,” the psychologist greeted, approaching the foot of the bed.

“I'm glad to see you too, doctor,” she replied cheerfully. “You're a beautiful woman too.”

Hanji couldn't help but chuckle at the compliment.

“Well, today seems to be my lucky day. Your friend also told me she liked me,” she replied calmly. “And speaking of your friend... Marco and Sasha are here too. Do you want to see them?”

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Mikasa didn't hesitate to nod enthusiastically. Seconds later, both friends entered the room. Marco waved, flashing a smile, and Sasha covered her mouth, trying to contain her excitement.

“Sasha, you can scream and jump for joy if you want,” said Mikasa.

She knew her friend so well that she could perfectly read her wishes through her gestures.

“Really?” asked the brunette, her mouth still covered.

Mikasa nodded, praying inwardly that she wouldn't regret her decision, as her friend could sometimes be very intense. Sasha let out a squeal of excitement and approached her friend, jumping up and down with little jumps of joy.

“Mikasa!” she exclaimed, rushing over to her and melting into an embrace. “I'm so happy to see you well and that you can see me again. It's like a miracle.”

“Don't be so rough; Mikasa just got out of surgery,” Marco scolded in a calm tone, also joining in the hug at Mikasa's request.

Sasha, for her part, ignored her friend's comment. The happiness of seeing her friend was greater than remembering where they were.

“I'm glad you're here. I love you guys so much,” said Mikasa, applying some strength to the bond that lasted a few seconds longer.

When they separated from the embrace, Mikasa looked at Hanji calmly and, at the same time, was intrigued by Eren's absence.

“Eren, is he here?” she asked curiously.Those present looked at each other with a serious face.

“Listen, Mikasa…” said Hanji, breaking the silence. “Eren is here; in fact, he's outside the room. However, he expressly asked to be the last one to see you because, like you, he is afraid of your reaction," she added.

Mikasa ducked her head for a few seconds, letting out a sigh.

“I can't be angry with him. Until recently I was afraid to see him, but... without knowing why, now I really want to see him. Maybe it's the excitement of having regained my sight.”

“I'll go look for him. You two can go on chatting,” Hanji replied calmly, leaving the room.

“Do you think he'll be all right?” Mikasa asked calmly, looking at her loved ones one by one.

“Eren is nervous, but that doesn't mean it's going to go wrong,” commented Sasha, stroking the other's back.

“You're right, but I'm worried about Eren feeling bad,” a pout appeared on her face.

“Don't worry, my child,” Mrs. Ackerman interjected. “Whatever Eren's reaction is, we have to understand her and help him, okay?”

Mikasa smiled and nodded gently.

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Eren was standing, leaning against the wall, arms crossed and staring at the floor. His heart was beating fast, and he even felt a knot in his stomach. On the one hand, he wanted to run away from there, and on the other hand, something was forcing him to stay.

“Eren,” the psychologist called softly as she approached him at a slow pace. “How are you feeling?”

The boy looked up at the sound of his name.“I'm nervous... too much. Sometimes I feel like running away, hiding in my house, and not coming out,” he confessed.

Hanji smiled sympathetically, keeping her tone calm.

“That's completely normal. You've carried the fear of this moment ever since she decided to have the operation... And now you're here, right on the verge of facing it.”

Eren sighed, leaning his head against the wall.

“I don't want her to be disappointed,” he murmured. “What if I'm not what she imagined? What if she looks at me and doesn't feel the same way anymore?”

“What if she does?” Hanji replied with a faint smile. “What if she looks at you and everything she feels gets stronger?”

Eren was silent. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it, but his insecurities spoke louder than his hope.

Hanji stepped a little closer.

“Listen to me, Eren. Mikasa didn't fall in love with a face. She fell in love with your voice, your mannerisms, and how you made her feel. That connection doesn't disappear with a pair of eyes. If something changes, you'll face it together. Just like you've done all this time.”

Eren nodded slowly, swallowing saliva. He pulled away from the wall and took a deep breath.

“Okay... I'll go in.”

“Perfect,” Hanji said, leading him to the door. “I'll be nearby if you need me.”

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When Eren crossed the threshold of the room, the warm light of dusk was caressing Mikasa's face. She was awake, lying down, and her eyes—now open and bright—fell on him as soon as she felt him enter.

Their gazes met for the first time.And time seemed to stand still.

Mikasa blinked several times, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Her heart raced, her breathing shortened... and then, unable to help herself, she burst into tears.Eren stepped forward in alarm.

“Mikasa?” he asked in a trembling voice. “Are you all right?”

She covered her mouth with one hand as tears slipped down her cheeks, but her smile was so big it spoke for itself. She shook her head as she laughed between sobs.

“I'm fine…” she whispered, “It's just... you're so much more handsome than I imagined. In fact... you're incredibly sexy.”

Eren blinked, completely red, while the rest of them laughed in amusement, also letting out the fear they felt for that long-awaited moment.

“Really?”

“Yes…” Mikasa nodded, wiping away her tears. “I remember when I first met you, I thought your voice was sexy, and now that I see your face... It's like it all fits. It's you. And I love you,” she said without hesitation.

Eren walked over to the bed and took her hand gently. His eyes were shining too.

“Mikasa... I swear I was scared to death. I was afraid that seeing me... something would change.”

“The only thing that has changed,” she said, bringing her forehead close to his, “is that now I can look into the eyes of the man I love.”

And they melted into a kiss, a slow, warm one, finally sealing that connection that before only existed between their voices and their hands.

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Weeks after the operation, Mikasa began to adapt once again to her new life, and, with Hanji's help as well, everything was going very smoothly for her.

“I'm leaving now, Mom,” she announced loudly and in a calm tone.

She had finished her chores at the greengrocer's and would now go to pick Eren up from work.

“Okay, daughter, but be careful,” replied the woman, who was standing at the far side of the entrance door.

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The sun bathed the city in soft light. Mikasa walked calmly through the streets leading to the Jiyuu no Tsubasa publishing house. Upon reaching her destination, she tightly gripped the handle of her inseparable white bag and let out a sigh before entering the building and asking for Eren.

After a minute, Eren emerged from his work area and, upon seeing Mikasa, couldn't help but be surprised. Not by seeing her there—something he knew since yesterday—but by the detail that she was wearing the same clothes he met her in. In fact, he was also dressed the same.

“Hello, love,” she greeted affectionately, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him.

Eren smiled mischievously, holding her by the waist.

“You don't know how much I love it when you come to pick me up from work,” he murmured in a low tone, initiating a new kiss.

“And I love coming to pick you up,” she confessed with a smile.

Eren brought his hands to Mikasa's face, gently caressing her cheeks.

“I thought we could go somewhere special before we go home. Would you like to?”

Mikasa nodded without a second thought.

“Of course. I'd go anywhere with you.”

                             ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ────

Eren took her hand gently, intertwining his fingers with hers. They walked out of the building under the same golden light that had accompanied them so many times. It didn't take them long to reach their destination: the big cherry tree where they met.

Mikasa paused for a few seconds as she looked at the landscape in front of her, so vivid, so beautiful, and, at the same time, so familiar.

“This place...?” She asked and then looked at her boyfriend. “Is this where we met?”

Eren nodded with a smile.

“And also where I took that picture of you,” he said, gently squeezing her hand.

Together they walked until they were in front of the tree, watching the petals swaying in the wind and falling like a silent rain.

Mikasa rested her head on Eren's shoulder.

“You know something?” she murmured. “Before, when I couldn't see, all this lived only in my mind. But now I feel it's even better than I imagined.”

“That's because now you see it with your eyes... and with your heart,” Eren whispered, before kissing her forehead.

And so, in the same place where it all began, they sealed with a smile and a shared silence the end of a story that was just beginning.